The sway of head in a pendulum move
To and fro, to disapprove
Nay, no, and a simple nein
To cut the chord, to decline

How easy is it to break a heart?
To shrug it away and depart
Saying no is an art,
A perfect prose, a mastered craft

Only the brave can win this one
For, once released, it’s not undone
To be untouched by those broken eyes
It takes but steel to disguise

Can’t you not make just one excuse
To not spill blood, and no brutal bruise
I would, if you ask, although a ruse
Fallacy to truth for once, if you choose