Busy

Busy,

is just an excuse.

An excuse,

for not showing,

my love to you.

An excuse,

to stop myself,

from missing you.

Busy,

is just preoccupying my body;

but never be my mind.

As my mind,

always be filled with,

your image.

I know,

thousands of “ I LOVE YOU”,

make you sick of me.

I know,

thousands of “I MISS YOU”,

make you want to turn your back to me.

As days pass,

I learn to wish you,

stay happy always，

in my heart. 

As nights pass,

I learn to wish you’re,

blessed always,

in my prayer.

P.S: 

Due to busy, it's hard for me to record any thing. But, i know, busy is just keeping my body busy,  not my mind that miss her.