the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.
All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.
Next.
I decided to use a first person narrative, hoping it will be more intimate.
