The World Is A Playground

The world is a playground
Love is the swing
The pebbles are hatred
Monkey bars represent success.
But I can't seem to get off the swing.
I once had someone to swing with,
Until he jumped off right at the top.
Sadness is when it's time to go home.
One more swing you beg of time,
Another go on the monkey bars.
You'd even settle for a scraped knee,
Maybe even some pebbles in the wound.
Anything but going home.
The world is a playground
Jealousy is the slide
The initials in permanent marker are friendship
Tire swings are family gatherings
Still, I am clinging to my swing
His swing is slowing down
To & fro-ing less & less with each passing moment.
Loneliness is the teater-totter without someone to ride with.
You try so hard to make the other side go down
Stomping on the ground
Piling pebbles onto the seat
Nothing works, no amount of hate can fill that void.
So I give up.
I push those silly pebbles off,
Then I slip back on the swing.
Here I am, swinging back & forth on my own.
Love, it's what my life is about, loving him no matter what.
Swinging feels like flying, especially when you're alone.
My heart & I will always love him,
Because the world is a playground,
& I'm the kid.
Sometimes, people get bored of swinging
I never will, no matter how tired, or how scared.
This love will prove itself.
When it's time for others to come & leave,
My swing will keep on swinging,
Loving him enough to let him go.
The world is my playground,
& I love the swings.