Being told to not rush things.
Longing, yearning, dreaming of what’s to come.
And yet
There is an incapability to step forward.
So I ask,
Are we really rushing love?
By not letting it bloom it’s value
Right there, in that moment of truth.
Or is it just unnecessary opinions,
Given to us because we’re afraid of the inevitable?
We want to change the world but not what holds us back.
“Don’t rush.”
“The time will come.”
“If it’s meant to be...”
You say “You will just know.”
You say “There isn’t always a reason.”
But, you still say
“Don’t rush.”
“It’s too soon.”
How long do you wait
When you know it’s right?
In this moment, this is right.
In this time, nothing else matters
Because my time is now.
And yet, in that moment too long,
We fail to realize that we had our chance.
We had our shot to go for it!
To tell our truth
To kiss in that booth
Before we said goodbye.