1 **Note: Where is this stuff coming from? Mrs. Sivils, I thank you. She is my algebra teacher and for some reason I get this urge to write poetry while she's teaching class. I don't think I could do it anywhere else. So, this is a poem from Christine's point of view about, well, you should know, or you shouldn't be reading this! ;-) Please review!**

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4 He's my angel

He's my friend

He shall be there

'Til the end

But I betrayed

I got lost

Soon after it began

Right after Faust

I got scared

And another came

And I was bewitched

By his fame

And because of him

My angel gave up

And I was left

With a love sick pup

And so our love died

With my angel in tow

And I had to learn

To let love go

But I'll remember him fondly

Believe me, I will

And one day he'll come back to me

Come back to me still

For he is my angel

He is my friend

And believe it or not

He's mine 'til the very end.