a good dayThe cover was worn,the pages filled with words.Sometimes in black, sometimes in blue.Sometimes in other colours, too.Sloppy and neat,slanted and straight.But always, always sad.Or angry, if things had been particularly bad.She looked through the past,her eyes sometimes filling with tears.Some things she remembered, some things not.To be honest, she wasn't sure if she ought.It was almost full she saw,as she came to the end.Just one more page left.She grabbed a pen and wrote, her strokes quick and deft.Dear Diary,she began.Today was a good day.She smiled and sat back; things would be okay.
once upon a timethere was a princess locked up in a castleone day a prince came to save herhe was suave and debonair and all he wanted wasa kisswhy, she askedfor saving you, of course, he answeredi think i'll wait, she repliedthe prince looked baffledhis face contorted in disbeliefbut i could save you, he saidi could set you freeah, she saidbut not because it's the right thing to do.