love

Being in love.. is like being on a swing..
You're up..you're down..
Sometimes the sky is blue...
Then others there are clouds all around..
Friends are good to have around..
For when your heart falls to the ground...
They pick up the pieces...
An kiss all the places that hurt..
When you're up... and flying high..
You prolly wanna kiss this special guy...
He makes you feel so special and hot...
And tells you're sexy.. even when you think you're not..
A friends love is the kind to cherish..
A boys love.. with most likely perish...
It's gone like the wind some might say...
Even if you hope it will return some day..
You wait, and you dream...
You cry and you scream....
Screaming the name of the one you love...
As you watch him fly away.. like a peaceful dove..
His eyes... his smile... you wish he could stay a while...
But hes gone... forever..
He floated away.. like a feather...
Always out of your grasp...
He loves you..
He loves you not...
This is why i say love is like swinging...
You never really know...
What the weather will be bringing..