Fishing for him

It’s classic knowledge, that guys are fish
They fill a vast blue sea.
My mother says if I keep fishing
I find the one for me.

But there’s this guy I want so much
I just want to be his!
But my love for him is wasted.
At least my friends say that it is.

My friends say I should cast again
I might reel in something good
After all, he doesn’t care for me.
And I care more than I should

But he’s a tropical reef fish
Surrounded by boring grey.
And with the right bait and patience
My efforts just might pay.

So until that day I’ll just keep
throwing back the fish
Until I fianally reel him in,
For he’s my only wish