warm tears

I step on the buss and head to my seat in the far back to the left, I stare out the window the frosen winter sky seems to stare back at me as I think of our memories my heart lays smashed in my chest it hurts so much but I stay quiet im so cold. My tears warm my cheeks but then turn cold the buss comes to a stop. I wait im the last to leave the buss its a new school new people I fake my smile so no one well see. This is what I hide this is me from the other side of the of the tears.