Authors note: another poem from me, wow, ah'm actually working see? R an R peeps a big thanx ta y'all dat have sent me reviews, no matter how short, ah'll take flames, anythang jus ta know ya read dis, let me know who ya thank it's bout.
Disclaimer: duh ah don't own da X-Men, but ah dont mention names in dis one. Ah own da poem, ah wrote it, didn't copy it, it's mine, duh, if ya wanna like use it, ya have ta ask, Thanx
UNDER A FULL MOON
she howls at the moon when she thinks no one sees
I watch her, her tears at who she wishes she could be
so confused sometimes
I hate to see that confusion in those beautiful green eyes of hers
If I could I'd make her the girl she wants to be
I'd take her hand and my love for her she would see.
During the day
we play together, laughing as she jumps through the air
seeming so happy, so without a care, but at night
under that full moon
she cries her tears
she howls so softly, she can't be heard by their not
listening ears.
The moon lighting her hair, casting it white.
If she looked, sniffed the air, she might know I'm there,
but would she be able to tell how much I care?
How much I love her?