My Piece of Gold

June 3rd,
The date of my birthday,
The date where I first got my diary,
I was so happy!
There's nothing else I ever wanted except a diary,
Later on will be...
Filled up with stories of my life,
Full with my feelings and emotions to some reactions.

The Lovely soft cushy cover of the diary,
With a blue Jean pattern all over it,
I opened the first page,
There it is...
The smell of a new page.

Before I knew it,
I was already writing,
With different colours,
With a lot emotions,
With a lot of feelings,
Written in my language,
Written in words only I can understand...
I stopped writing after 5 minutes,
Hid my diary.

Forever and ever,
If there was an earthquake,
I would only save my diary and a pen,
If there was a fire,
I would only save my diary and a pen,
If I was only allowed 1 thing in a place,
I would only bring my diary...
In other words,
I'll bring my diary everywhere...

My Diary was as precious as Gold,
Nothing could outscore the value of Gold,
Also nothing could outscore the value of my diary...
And to me...
It's the only most valuable thing I've got from my pocessions...
My Diary,
My Piece of Gold...