I was just a random book
Displayed in a blank library
Collecting dust and tears
Yet, untouched and contended

Then you suddenly picked me
Decided to read every chapter
Recite the poems I wrote
Since the day I learned to write

I was happy that day
To be suddenly the center
Of a galaxy I never thought
To even exist on the same universe

Books were meant to be read
So how lucky I was to be baptized?
Being a complete book on a--
Very unexpected circumstance

But for my misplaced expectations
You eventually got tired of reading
And here I am
Back to the corner of the library

Collecting dust all over again