Friday, August 13, 2021

It never meant anything

If you check the pages of her book
You would see me in a sentence
If you hear her melody
I was barely in a note
In her life of a movie
I was as passerby 
In her canvas of memories
I was the blue speck in the corner
Ask her a hundred people she like
My name comes as an afterthought
Dig inside her brain
I would be nowhere to be found
Check every smile she ever had
And I was the reason for none
And if you dust her heart for fingerprints
You would never find mine

(credits to Rudy Franciso for the last line)

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