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