If I Told You . . .

[This is about how impeded a girl can make a guy feel.]

If I told you that you was the only girl that I showed interest in,
Would you believe me, or convict me of having being a player and having other 'tings?'
If I told you that it wasn't bars/lyrics/game you're hearing when I speak,
Would you believe me or impale my genuine attempt to show you the things I feel,
But can I blame you for protecting yourself from what every human being is a immune to - heartache/bullshit.
No I can't. . .
If I told you that I wanted to be with you and you only,
Would you keep me waiting in vain for a response,
If I told you that I've changed from my impetuous ways and no longer am I the same guy who played those games,
Would it make a difference, or would you stay persistent in your decision to not listen to my petition,
With all honesty, I truly believe you are the 'something' that I've been missing,
But somehow we just can't seem to advance from this current position,
You're impenetrable . . . .
But it's permeable that if I persevere in my attempt to show you something genuinely special,
You might let me dissolve into your blood stream,
From which I'd flow my way through the inner passage ways of your anatomy,
Until I finally ended up in your heart's chambers,
Where I'd rest and say - YES! I MADE IT!
If I told you that I gaze at your window through my window pane,
Hoping that you could hear my perching heart as it throws stones of youthful infatuation against your window pane,
Would you believe me?
If I let you in on all my flaws and imperfections, would you work it out with me or up and leave me?