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Apr 2016
Hear ya laughing
at TV--
You should be
Holding back my hair.

I woke up
From a coma
And I could not
Find you there.

I buy and wrap
My birthday gifts--
write your name
On the card.

I wanna trust your
'Good Intentions'
But you make it
Really hard.

You look in a pond
And you
See your
Own reflection.

You're crazy hot
And beautiful
And you love
All that attention.

You're missing
All the magic
That life
Has to bring,

But when
I try to show ya,
You do this
Sarcastic thing.

I really want
To love you.
I'd make you
Feel so high...

I really want
To like you,
But you're angry
All the time.

Why can't I
Just leave you?
Cuz we're connected
At the soul.

I always thought
I'd love a man
Who made me feel
Like gold.

I'm stuck to you though,
Baby,
Just like you're
Stuck to me.

But some days...
Some days...
I dream that
I am free.

I am free!
I am free!
I love ya,
But I'm free!
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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