Fishing

by Bamachick - Taurus

On a lake.On the banks.Or even in a boat.
Waisting some time.
Forgetting the bad.Letting things go.
Relaxed.With that fising pole.
Sitting there.No fears.No tears.
Screaming no more.No yelling.
Just the sound.The sound of the water.
Rushing by.No lies.
No one can hurt you.
This is where one belongs.
Longing to be a part of.That one thing.
Keeps coming back.But dont worry.
Just let it carry you.
With the sky so blue.Everything around you.
Surrounding you.
It's a part of you.
Noone can tell you what to do.
N if it starts to rain.Jus let it wash away the pain.
Tomorrows jus another day.
Scream or shout.Noone can hear you.
Jus the trees.Blowning.But they dont care.
Right heres where one needs to be.
Good times.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2005-09-04 14:37:54
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:53
Poem ID: 70923

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