exchange diary

the yellowish diary on the table, was pastime memory...
the first page was written full of happy promised...
exchange our feelings, nobody could withstand our love memory...
we ended now, but why our story didn't continues?
what you have wrote, it will always be etched in my memory...
don't go when u say so, when u haven left me any message...
without you in my world, i don't know what is happiness...
without your exchange diary now, left only a lonely me...
in our pass diary, we wrote our feelings...
laughing at our pass time, recalling it...
in my heart, i do not know why u left me...
image of you is stuck in my memory, tears keep rolling down on my cheeks...
why we have difficulties between us?
happiness was not completed...
giving up was your answer...
i will use to be without you anymore...