How?

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The bang to my bomb, the data in a ROM.
I could be your angel--not for real, not for fake.

Your the heaven to my hell.
The teeth to my rake.

"The lyrics' so corny."
"The words are so lame."
That's not what you said,
until I said it was a game.

I guess I was scared, when I knew that you loved me,
To break your heart and take, responsiblility.
Is it too late now?
Did you have to move on?
'Cause to move on myself, I wanna know how.

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Angelwith1wing

Great poem. Keep writing on my friend!

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