On Love

Love...it makes me sigh

I wish that I could lie

But the truth that I can’t deny

Is that love makes me want to fly

Sometimes love I want to fry

Because it always makes me cry

And maybe even want to die

Then my mother says, “My, oh my, oh my.”

When I’m in love I feel high

I want to soar up into the sky

And paint it tie-dye

Until he squeezes my heart dry

S I’ll lock my heart where no one’ll pry

Until the I meet that one special guy

A break up is what they’ll all imply

But he’ll be the one who won’t ever say good bye

Written by Black Star and her other friends.