*To Be Finished*

By Nettlle •
Rain drops fall apon the glass
stars were out but did not last.
Wishes were made,
And dreams were taken.
Lifes half lived,
With lots forsaken.
Darkness glides in through the silence,
While the wind blows in fear.
Tearing through our camness,
Is a feeling oh so dear.
Wifes of happiness, joys and tears,