I wouldn’t want to say no, not next to you.
Even as your hair drops majestically down your shoulders, it’d still be impossible.
A quick stolen glance towards your flickering dazed eyes, I just wouldn’t ever.
Beautiful, is the word, still injustice is done by its usage.
Battling with a brittle smile, your tenuous lips curve upwards as if to torment.
Dragging out the inner-most dying sparks, ready to ignite a soul yearning.
The world knew, a lot of your smiles in deep seasons, but knew nothing of your tears in light seasons.
So life thought it funny, if I sat across the room, leaving chunks of traces.
Enough for me to relinquish each no,
You see, it was all in the yeses, never the nos.
You see, it was all in the second wind, never the first wind.
So before I say my no, let me run,
Fast enough on the first wind to catch the second!
All the pain that comes with it, being ready is paramount.
The stronger I’ll get, the gentler the no will be.
You’ll hear the glorified No, but never understand the sacrifice behind it.
Maybe we both needed it, to make a difference in this Life, separately.
Living in a corrupted world that led us to believe, captured us by faith.
Always waiting for something from an outside pool, just to be happy!
You’ll be broken, I’ll be limping, and we’ll teach each other how to live.
After that No!
Sometimes being away is our sole responsibility, great things always tend to happen,