Dear Diary

“Dear diary, my dear,
Got to keep it all inside,
Got to keep it locked behind a
Golden wall of silence.
You see, I have my pride
And I won’t be telling him anytime soon.
Too afraid to say it,
I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself
Telling everybody the truth.

No, I,
I won’t send this valentine.
Oh my,
Violets are blue.
I won’t send it.
And if you don’t receive this valentine
(I won’t pretend it),
It doesn’t mean that it ain’t true
And I’m not thinking of you.

Won’t kiss, I won’t tell,
Never cross these lips, never break the spell.
I decided to go on denying myself,
Living alone, living a lie.

No, I,
I won’t send this valentine.
Oh my,
Violets are blue.
I won’t send it.
And if you don’t receive this valentine
(I won’t pretend it),
It doesn’t mean that it ain’t true
And I’m not thinking of you.

No, I,
I keep living a lie.
Oh my,
I keep living a lie.
No, I,
I keep living a lie.
Oh my,
I keep living a lie.

To never speak of it
Or hear the music of it,
We’ll play a symphony
In my wildest dreams.”

_{[ Dear Diary – Róisín Murphy ]}


Let’s just say there’s a lot of symbolism that only I and a few others can really get, from the position of everything in the photo down to stuff in the background. It might look like a Valentine, but it’s more of a birthday dedication.

Photo, concept, editing, modelling, styling, hair: GothicNarcissus Photography

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