Busy

a poem of my current emotions and situation... not about any particular person, just a group in general

I always ask you

If you want to do something

With me

Hang out

Have fun

But you always say

No

You're just too busy

For me

For us

In your dull

Boring

Life

You don't have time

For me?

It used to be

That we were together

Forever

Or was that 

Just a lie?

We knew each other

Now I don't

I don't know you at all

You say you're there

But how can you be

When I never see you

You're too busy

I hate that word

It keeps you and me 

Apart

But you have

Time

For them

But not me?

We were closer

Tighter

Now your gone

I know I've

Changed

But you have 

Changed

Too

So why are we

Busy?