The Real Thing

Crusaders of fake love...

I keep smiling at their demise

Jaw dropping in unpleasant surprise

I am not what you see at a distance

You can't judge me from such a space

Don't assume

It is something else

Not bad, not pleasant, just weird

You have to find out yourself

Love doesn't just happen, its a process

Don't confess it at such pace

I'm no fool, though I play along

I seek a happy ending

That's why I smile at their demise

Its not rocket science

When its right, its right

I got the real-real thing

It leaves butterflies in my tummy

-The Vyrus Udensi