Diary

I write light rhymes, you can see it clearly
Painted on my canvas, the college ruled tree sheets
Enwrapped in cotton strings that bind the pages together
In this cold stormy weather, I find comfort in its treasure
And x marks the spot, where love and kindness comes
To some its harder to obtain, like finding dryness in rain.
But for me it seems like its right there in front of me,
But its hard, I have no shovel to dig it up
So i use my two hands, and the dirt i pick it up
Cause its hard sometimes, but im willing
To get dirty instead sometimes i find myself getting flirty,
But when im 30 i hope im in a happy home
With her, in the suburbs to kids, lexus at the curb.
I know im not perfect, but the least is im worth it
Cause im not like the rest, just looking for a fix
And i propserous situation, dont mind the temptation
When I undress you, seduction and the bliss
I hope it doesnt place a rift in between us.
So I write it down cause sometimes its hard to express
Through words spoken, so ill lyrically quote it,
And now my pen wrote it, and i hope u read
Cause if its anyone I want, but its you I need
And i mind not if you read my diary,
Just dont through away the page,
Put it on lock and key.