Lack of words

If drunken tongue speaks a sober heart then I must bite it off rather than to speak my soul and lose what I hold dear. To feel my heart being own again by an angel brings me to tears. I wish nothing more to get away from the only pain I fear. Like a moth to a flame she smiles my heart leaps. When apart I hurt so deep because I know there is nothing I can keep. All that awaits is pain in showing my love. It hurts so bad I rather bleed than to feel the pain of rejection. For why would an angel clip her wings to ever settle for a simple man like me.