Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Here’s the lure
But what’s the catch
You think you’ve found
Your perfect match

All that fishing
The games you played
You found The One
Your life is made

You thought it was
Or so it seemed
Turns out you’re wrong
It’s not what you dreamed

Teasing words
Have turned to pain
Love is gone
No sweet refrain

You reminisce
Of better days
Promise that
You’ll change your ways

The day dawns bright
And what do you know
You can’t resist
To the ocean you go

A symbol of
A love gone bad
The fish ain’t biting
And you wish she had

18 Comments

    1. Author

      Or we are consumed about catching the next one and ignore the one have.

    1. Author

      Indeed there are!

  1. Fish as a metaphor for a lady love? That’s new!! Your favorite lurker says well done!!

    1. Author

      Gives a whole new twist the ‘The Deadliest Catch’ right? Thanks for the comment and the lurking, carry on!

        1. Author

          In life or in my poem? In my poem I did change from her doing the luring to him going out fishing.

            1. Author

              Aren’t you the perceptive one!

                1. Author

                  I can’t tell you how much that is appreciated. If I hadn’t sworn off them, I’d express myself in kilts!

                    1. Author

                      You gonna hook me up? šŸ˜‰

                    2. Author

                      Sign me up!!

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