• You swallow the guilt,
    And bait the line,
    You string it on,
    That desecrated hook,
    In hopes of catching the perfect one,
    What is this technique,
    Why, I'm just fishing for love,
    You spot a target, pull back,
    Hook, Line, Stinker.
    Why am i fishing for love?
    You want to give,
    And pull back your bait,
    But something in your chest stops you,
    So, you try again,
    You spot a target,
    Pull back,
    Hook, Line, Perfect.

    I fished for love, I found it,
    And no more baiting,
    This fragile heart,
    No more chains weilding me back,
    Your soulmates on the end of this line,
    Don't let it *snap*.
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