You call me an angel,
pretending that I have silken
wings and a sparkling halo
spinning above my perfect
fiery head highlighting
sea worthy eyes and
pale sandy skin.

Every night you kiss my
forehead and call me
babygirl just before
reading me the lyrics to
my favorite song then
walking away ever so
carefully.

It makes me wonder if
I will ever see you again,
or if this time might just be
the very last to be someones
precious little princess.

Then you see me and
wrap me in your safe arms
once more telling me I am
your dream girl your baby
forever and always.

I like the way that sounds,
even more how it feels;
but later I hear you crying
down upon your knees,
saying how you hate
yourself, you're not good
enough for me.

Have you ever bothered to
ask me how I felt or where
I might stand on that point?
Did you ever care to listen
that you are my superman?

Somebody told me today
that you want to take yourself
away from the world, from your
family, and most of all
from me....

If you found your way
to this set of jumbled words,
I want you to know that I
love you, I don't want to
let you go. Besides, too many
people would miss you
like crazy.

So Love, please don't go,
don't pull yourself from life
I'm here to help you, to end
the painful strife. You call me
an angel, so let me
do my job, alright?