This poem is calle Angel is Just another word I have for you so as not to disillusin your confusion

A punch to the gut
Like kicking a mangy mutt
Tick, Tock, My mockery clock
Seeing you in pain
Makes me clench in shame
But you make the pain go away
Kick, Block, I think I've found my rock
Kiss, Kiss, you make me miss
You kiss my cheek and I become meek
What fun you do to make me seek
As I lay here and become an antique