One Got Away
I had the biggest kind hearted one hooked.
But I wanted to keep fishing,
so he jump off the hook,set us both free.
Now I'm wishing I stop fishing,
when I had him hooked.
Like a dam fool I let the one that matters loose.
Now I stop fishing,but it's to late,he's not biting.
One I want to keep now,
is the one that got away.
Copyright © Nioma Strength | Year Posted 2010
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