You,
With your cute hair,
With your cute stomach,
With your cute responses,
With your cute hands,
With your cute skin.
All your things,
The things that make you,
All those things I love,
All those thing are written down,
Written down with a pencil,
With a pencil and with the same words,
With the same words behind those things,
The words I don’t wanna miss one thing,
I don’t wanna miss your shape,
And I really, really don’t want to miss,
Don’t want to miss your beautiful soul.
So I write:
Dear diary, I love him,
And I don’t want to miss a single thing.