the last tear

Tears flow silently
from my expressionless face
as my heart beats gently
at an unsteady pace

i move very slowly
thinking of the past
as my mind fills with memoirs
my heart pounds fast

these memories should not be re-lived
but cannot be forgot
like all the people i loved
i loved them alot

she stands and takes what's coming
dissapointed they always were
Her last tear etched on her face..

The Bus comes... And+ KILLS her!