loney, lonely, luna

this is sometimes

this remantents transcends nocternal thoughts
spantenous movement pulling the synopsis
sitting quietly observing the world
scared to say out loud what she is feeling
afraid of the reality of the brutal truth
statements will raise from ideas
become serial killers lingering outside
the window of endless dark
seeping and swirling with green
mist empty of colour giving satisfaction
to some not looking for vital
howling out ,begging to show
te differnce that cuts her
out- inside out from the mold of
perfection giving to all others
hair hidding the glinter in her eye
afraid something might be right wrongs words for this
as making connections
in other ways, different and begging
said side be seen
no rejection if side not shown
ruddy checks burn with incandesent fires
mystfies formualting complications
lonely luna
lonely, i