I tried everything,
For you just to notice me.
And I did such things,
For your blind eyes to see.
But you're totally busy,
And I know you don't have free time to spend with someone like me.
Don't you worry,
I could make myself busy.
I could stare on my window,
Until I become fully tainted with sorrow.
I could sit behind the door,
Until thoughts shrinked me on the floor.
I would read books as much as I can,
Then I would write something with my pen.
And I would glance at the poetries I made,
I don't care if written words would fade.
For I don't deserve the busyness you had,
And I don't have the right to be mad.
I wish it would make you lucky,
When I finally started to become busy.
And you're there, still busy
With somebody who makes you happy.
The one, I always wanted to be.