Third Poem

HIDING


                                —-Evie

Booming, booming bus.
Rains dropped on the windows.
Outside is the dusky sky
With dark clouds hiding somewhere.
Inside is a complacent heart
Without being complimenting.

Hiding the disappointment
From a beautiful fragile mind,
Where intellect should always stand.
I show my courage
to my cold little heart,
which might suffer
from wild heat of tricking,
but would not go into hiding
Any more.