Believe In Me

If you could believe in me.
Then so would I.
But you may not know there's time.
It's not to late.
Because I didn't even realize.
My heart.
You took it by surprise.
So just let me say.
Never mind those who chitter-chatter.
They always seem to lie.
Well it's just wrong.
Interference causing static life.
Till emotions are dry and frail.
Tearing life apart.
But me, I'm to strong.
To be broken or shattered.
Under loves poisonous spell.
My loves still a fighter.
Swinging both hammers well.
Adorned in pure white silk.
Exposing it's real.
Not just alabaster.
So swallow that sweet pill.
For truth unresolved is the crux of the matter.
My only passion.
The love for your uncontrollable laughter.
In your dreams.
I hope I'm still invited once in awhile.
Killing with my never ending kindness.
Hoping to leave you a smile.
Maybe enchant you with an erotic tale.
And give you something real.
To hold, touch and feel.
Just as it seems.
I mean you no harm with my rose heavy in thorns.
What I give is what I get.
So don't dismiss me so quickly where I stand.
Cuz I'd prefer to be sweet.
So now, you've been warned.
My words are spoken by which.
I'm often subject to feel.
My lips bulletproof.
But my heart.
Been more than once bloodied an torn.
And honestly.
It's taken a few to many shots and licks.
So tread lightly.
For I carry a heavy stick.
A bull in a china shop.
Running wild with its horns.
Accused of being politely blunt.
For that, I plead guilty.
So I guess this court.
Has been adjourned.
But my heart is gentle, my mouth full of wit.
My ego unleashed of it's overly sweetened charm.
Swinging it's faithful whip.
Sarcasm's full to the brim.
Spilling from the cup that I have sipped.
My strengths are spiritual.
A physical mass.
Inside the frame of a truck.
A classic, barring curves made of chrome.
Yet sleek like a Maserati.
But they say I'm, I'm no good.
Bad to the bone.
I knew they would.
They must be jealous or weak.
Oh how I despise.
Because I'm just a humble peasant.
Who resides.
With the innocent and meek.
The protector, I have sworn.
Trying to love each and every other human being.
See I'm a bleeding heart warrior with great generosity.
The likes of which you've probably only heard of.
But never seen.
I'm not a monster or an alien.
It's not what you think.
Shit, I'm no hero.
I don't possess that invisibility ring.
I'm just a mortal man.
Who's wiped his slate clean.
My names irrelevant.
But if you must know, it's sharply spoken.
As Jonnydank.
Nothing uncommon or special at hand.
Just words and morals with no designer label.
Humility slowly ending it's line of brand.
So I've learned to let things go.
But It's quintessential.
For me to let you know.
What I am, and what I am not.
I'm not the devil.
Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde
I'm no Angel.
But a rebel yes, yes that I am.
But I'm willing to take all the blame's.
Suffer all the pain's.
Just give me a shot.
I'm that tuff.
So if you could just believe in me.
Then so would I.
And I'd prove to you what I'm worthy of doing.
And just how much I can truly love.
Because the proof isn't in my words.
It's in my pudding.