Love?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don't you think that line
Is way past its due?
People believe in true love
They see it as a wonderful thing
It comes with someone to hold
And a gaudy ring.
Flowers are flowers
They wilt and they die
So what is the point?
What is to try?
High school brings puppy loves
And those who watch from afar
But why is it there
If you are too shy to wish upon a star?