Author: Maranda Berkley


I've got my pool and my bait
I'm sitting on the edge of the dock
Watching the serene movement of the lake
The moon is shining, casting a glow
And I see the sparkle of the life forms
The fishes swimming below
Each one is looking up at me
Trying to decide if I'm fit
If I'm more than just what they see underneath
I think to myself it's been a while since I went fishing
I'm usually laid back, not a worrier of fate
But lately I have found myself wishing
All the fish I've picked have been so wrong
So I'll let them come to me instead
I'm through with initiating the game of love, I'm done
I see their eyes glitter in the light
I tug at my hair and bite my lip
Trying to spot Mr. Right
I wonder if the bait I have is enough
There is so much more under my surface
But to show it on first encounters is tough
And then I feel a pull, I see a tug
I wind the line carefully
Pulling him above
Someone has picked me
Someone so perfect
But we'll wait to see
Beneath his skin
Deceitfulness sometimes rests on surfaces
So I'll just take my time
And if it turns out he's all wrong
I'll go to the lake and cast another line


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