Squeaking Swing
Sitting on a squeaking swing
Alone in the dark as I think of you
A little bit of moon light
Through the leaves
A warm summer night
Next to a tree
That's where I think of you
A little bit of clouds
Spooky as I hear the silence
But terrifying as I think that I am alone
I'm frightened as I think of the darkness
I hear an owl behind me
I hear the summer breeze
I feel the light wind from my left
As I feel the cold from my right
I hear the bugs as they have each other
I hear a party from 5 kilometers South
I hear the owl as he has found his partner
But yet I sit alone on a squeaking swing
The moon is now gone
The party is over
And the owl flew away
My position on the swing is getting soar
My lungs are tired of breathing
My heart is tired of pumping
My eyes are tired of staring at what I can't have
Copyright © Johannes Kemp | Year Posted 2017
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