Fishing

He's just another fish in the sea
Or at least that's what they told me

They said, why would I want to love a fish
When I can reach for whatever I wish

Dry my tears, have some fun
They said, stick around, there's no need to run

They're building me a bridge I don't want to get over
Trying to give me a fake four leaf clover

But I just don't get it, why for me are they wishing
When really, I'd rather go back to fishing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Eckiwaudah Avatar
July 21, 2009 at 9:39 AM
loved it! anither beautiful write. goin on my favz. :D Always, Cherica Lynn <3
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July 5, 2009 at 10:15 PM
Throw him back, your poetry is too good for him...Karla
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July 5, 2009 at 8:02 PM
Do it, Jen. There's a free dating website: plentyoffish.com. You can meet some fellas in your area who don't make you cry. You deserve better. Love, Carolyn
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