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The White House

Looking at the White House I wonder: If they painted it another color, would they still call it the White House?

I think I love you

If you could read my mind, I would think that I love you.

The invisible Man

No one can see the invisible man, so how do we know he’s there?

I know you love him,
I hate that you do.
I can’t even believe
it was once me and you,
why did you meet him?
He’s hurting you deeply
are you happy I hurt?
While he caresses you sweetly?
Do you know that I hurt?
Or do you not care?
Do you care that I listen?
Don’t you see that I’m there!
Are you to lost in love,
to hear what I say?
He’s hurting you deeply,
with each passing day.
You may get angry and sad,
or just simply sneer,
but while you see me happy,
inside I feel fear.
Do you hate that I’m worried?
For your safety and health?
Don’t you want me to know?
Or do you want to be stealth?
He’s hurting you deeply,
and your hurting don’t you see?
You can’t have both all the time.
Is it he, or is it me?

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