• You keep fishing for those words,
    But they won't bite.
    Those pesky three words.
    Not even in shallow waters are they in sight.
    If I were to say I love you,
    Darling, what would you even do?
    Love is like a shark.
    It swims so silently.
    No danger in a shark,
    But it made a mistake and came for me.
    Darling dear, last time you found love in the ocean,
    It escaped at the idea of your blow-fish.
    Now she is gone,
    So here you are again, fisherman.
    Well I just might be gone.
    Head back to land, fisherman.
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