I throw my line out, my heart for bait.
I get nibbles, but none of them ever take.
Each cast the hook digging deeper, so deep.
The pain is so great, I can only weep.
My tears are never seen in this river of love.
They go unnoticed, and I fall from above.
Into an ocean of pain and sarrow.
And I hope for a catch tomorrow.
But I know it will be the same old thing.
My life has become one big routine.
I put my whole heart into something good,
But it fails, I was stupid to think I ever could.
So I'll keep fishing hoping one would take the bait,
But it's not looking good, not at this rate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fishing can be so over-rated, but the love pool (so I'm told) is deep and abundant... your quota has not been reeled in yet, so do not give up! !