Fishing For Love
Endless; my search for true love
Shallow; my heart floats above.
Fishing for love on an open sea
Imprisoned by lust, I want to be free
My line is all tangled on a rock it must be
Or maybe a weed, or maybe a tree
I tug and I pull to banish the hurt-
To get rid of the pain that taught me to flirt
To be free of the torment of trials of tantrum
To break out of the bars and see through this phantom
But my line pulls back and breaks the pole
But my heart uncorked, unveiling a hole
A hole with no filler, a soul with no mate
A boat with no tiller, a fence with no gate
A death with no killer, I guess I’m too late.
Too late for love but I blame my fate;
I was destined for loneliness, I was destined for sorrow
If today was my life then bring on tomorrow
For it was love that brought lust
And in lust she lost trust
And without trust I felt pain
And in pain I felt drained
Bring me back from the dust
So I can learn to trust
So I can learn to love
So I can learn to love what I’m unworthy of.
But thus is my cry:
Here am I, blood in my eye
My line is still stuck
My heart has no luck
Hear my call, hear me scream
Hear me shout, see me gleam
This boat has seen too much blue
My happiness depends on you
Drag me away
Away to another bay
But if you can’t stay
Save me for another day.
I’ll be fishing for love on an open sea.
Fishing for love, don’t let me be.
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