the lovely
petals of
a rosebud
won't budge
and they won't
bloom if
not for time. . .

the sparkling
diamond is
but a lump
of coal
if not for
pressure, extreme
temperature
and yeah, time

an unripened fruit
(we'll use this since
you seem to love
this metaphor so much)
would remain
tangy, sour
however lush it
may look on the outside
it still won't
taste as sweet
not without time

even the exotic butterfly
won't be as beautiful
if not for time. . .

but we are not
flowers or fruits
or gemstones

our lives are
more complicated
more intricate
less rigid
we do not follow
a pattern we make
our own

a time for
everything
and everything
in its time,
patience is
indeed a virtue. . .

however, i say
cease the day
we've waited long enough
wasted too much
let so many things
just slip by us,
i can't afford to
let go some more. . .

i'm sorry love,
i can't back down
not anymore, okay?