My Journal

I'm writing in my journal,
The gateway to my heart,
I fill it up with everything,
Thoughts, poems, art.

Dreams and wishes on the page,
Things that won't come true,
No one knows just what I write,
Or what I really do.

Words flow like honey,
Filling up the lines,
My journal has been there for me,
Every single time.

Much better than a human-
It'll never tell,
It will hold my secrets,
And it holds my soul as well.