Don’t break me this time,

perhaps a fair warning can do.

I can set up a net to catch myself

when you drop me from your skies,

from beneath your darkened angel wings.

Don’t scar me so heavily this time,

I plead.

Perhaps you can let me go unscathed

and unjaded this time around…

place not buna busus on my forehead

then quickly snap my tether

only to let me free fall so unceremoniously

into a net of nothing and despair.

Fear, pain and tears await the fall,

but, I plead,

Do not break me so badly this time around.