H Seeking Poems

I am the master of disguise
I could be the best of spies
But I just satisfy myself
With a bunch of lies
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In days of old
stories were told
Of King Nebuchadnezzar
and his statue of gold
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I am afraid it is too good to be true
I have never felt this happy since the day I met you
I know it is just a month or two
But I feel you, I forever knew
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Invisible

Harry potter had his invisibility cloak
But these are the things that I love to invoke
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Rosa dressed in green every day. She wore her grey jumper and flat canvas shoes and was ready for another day.

If people observed her, one cannot say, nor was she willing to hear their way. One thing was certain Rosa always had her play.
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This is the real me
For all the world to see
I only pay attention
To what matters, I be
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Does she love me or am I just prey
For yet another of her countless surveys?
Is this just a probe
In love cleverly enrobed?
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Can I keep you close
Or even use your prose?
Just want to be your rose
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Finally someone made for me
Yet I am running away from ye?
Just beginning a life of subterfuge
In this cold world a refuge
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We met for a reason
A blessing or a lesson
It is certainly not treason
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