I have you in my pencils
Your memories stored in its lead.
I have your wrongs in the eraser,
I have your rights on the paper.
I write you through my heart,
I let you reside in my pages.
Every word that marks an impression
On to the next page,
Being hidden under the words of another day, another you.
The one I write my secret letters to.
I know you will be with me on these pages.
And I will be with you through ages.
Keeping you in my heart,
Writing you in my diary.