Brass Knuckles and Silver Linings

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