Fresh pages now turned yellow
Dark ink has started to fade
Corners of the pages started to curl
As time passes by.

My fingers felt the papers
These pages are my life
Whatever I wrote were my thoughts
My raw emotions
Sharing my deepest secrets.

A part of me is here
A recorded time of my life
Regrets...
How I long to go back and not regret

For a moment
I wish there is a way
A time machine perhaps

But only pages of my diary
Can bring me back to what were once had been.