More poems by Dasha

Hide Your Heart From The Thief

She walks into the class with her hair on her face
For the first time in her life
The teacher shows her an occupied desk
So far, she has survived…

She sits down at the desk and takes out her things,
Everything blurred and unclear,
When a boy comes late into the class
And grants her a welcoming stare.

He sits down beside, gives her one more gaze
She replies with a blush and a smile.
He’s the only thing now that’s clear in her mind
And he will be yet for a while…

When the bell rings after what seems like forever
He is asked to show her around.
Her throat is so dry; she thanks him with a smile
And without the quietest sound.

He shows her around without a word
On that which is his name.
She smiles and wishes that he wouldn’t play
This silly unwinnable game.

Her legs shaking madly, her face blushing badly
She knows what’s going on inside…
She’s falling in love… She knows it silent and clear
She’s in for an unbearable ride.

He introduces her to his friends who crack up
At the sight of her second hand clothes.
He defends her and makes it loud and clear
That he’ll kill the ones who come close.

After school, she follows him outside
And turns away to look at the road
As she looks back at him, she sees he’s not there
Then she sees… Only to be heaped by a load.

It’s him alright… with a blond curvy girl
They’re kissing and whispering at breaths.
Her eyes are being pierced with tears and disbelief
Her heart full of regret…

She does not want to see any more of the show.
Without point she tries to deny
The reality of this all… “But it’s true” –
She sighs, and lets out a cry.

When he looks back at where she was standing before
He sees nothing there but cars
Stopping, tooting… He’s wondering what’s going on
And why everyone’s making such fuss

There she is - on the road, her lashes soaked in fresh blood,
Her breathing getting rarer and slower…
She looks up at his face and pronounces her final words
Oh… I love you so…
Poem by Dasha