Dear Diary

My gossip sheet
Hope you're not asleep
It's been a while since I fed you ink
I thought I've outgrown you.

For my hands are now on sleeve
I would write in fancy hand
Feed you with all scene
Even beyond the courtyard.

That beach girl is such a jinx
There is nothing she could fix
But feast on steaks
And watch for alerts.

Last night I saw hope
She's now a child of the night
A glowing figure eight
She pinched down to toe.

Dear diary,
On my way to school
I saw a fleet of foot
They showed early foot
Planed to tour the city on foot.

Dear diary,
my eyes really had been fed
this all I can't tell in words
but to ink it all to the one who could tell,
and that's you my diary.