Everyone might well be in some ones diary
a little piece of sliced life
sliced of lemon and squeezed
we like compartmentalising,  what's yours?
a lost love so ****** and so pure all at once
I was a teenager when you were a full blown woman
and still I love you, not for lemon slices or ***
I love you because you exist and existed for a moments time
taking me into yourself and adding me to your diary.