For me

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For me, you were
Engraved in every word of my life’s book,
But unnoticed,
The pages yellowed with time
The ink evanescing as the dust
Consumed my words,

But just when my soul was about to go mum,
You picked up the book,
But such was my fate,
the cover fell off,
And the words of my soul
Became somebody else’s salvation,
And while I was drowning in loneliness
You chose the wrong author.