Bus stop

by living with who i am   Mar 14, 2008


Walking to the bus,
There almost there.
Brother and sister
friend and friend
they love each other
till the end

thinking about school and what lies ahead.
Not noticing the car that was going to hit them.
65 miles an hour and they were struck.
she couldn't feel her legs. she knew she was hurt. But she was scared for her brother, who lay in the dirt.

her little brother a year younger than she, he was worried about her and she, he. Both being selfless and worrying for others and not themselves. Hoping that the ambulance would come soon, to save them from a fate that stared them dead in the face.

I am a friend and nothing more. right now they are stable and still alive, breathing and living side by side. I pray to god to help the doctors do there best to help the healing be real smooth. Cause you can't ask god to save someone because in reality he has already made up his mind.

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