Life was great
When I was immature
It turned gloomy and dark
With maturity's spark
I didn't had questions back then
Now I have millions
No one bothered me much
Now everyone *****
I was in my own world
Ans now I'm lost in emotional spur
I had no friends to call mine
When I had, they lost with time
It was just one thing that never changed
My bond with pen and diary
That very thing which stayed
Neither hurt me nor played....
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
Life was great
When I was immature
It turned gloomy and dark
With maturity's spark
I didn't had questions back then
Now I have millions
No one bothered me much
Now everyone *****
I was in my own world
Ans now I'm lost in emotional spur
I had no friends to call mine
When I had, they lost with time
It was just one thing that never changed
My bond with pen and diary
That very thing which stayed
Neither hurt me nor played....
It always that beautiful pages stack we call by name diary which is always present as a bright optimism n supports u....
