sometimes we feel bad when our love one get too busy
our emotion feels like as if empty
its natural for those inlove
well its love that matter
sometimes wee, too get busy to forget loneliness
because of our someones absence
its an excuse
misses there it goes
sometimes we ignore the time
just to escape from what we feel inside
its as strategy
to survive the day, , , getting too busy
sometimes we hide our pains
but still it remains
we used to cry
because to control we cannot try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem