HIDE

I try relentlessly to hide,

 The dryness of my face behind artificial smile,

Because I do not want people,

To see your silhouette on it.

I begin to talk little and essential,

Keep away from the crowd as far as possible,

In order to prevent them from drawing conclusions,

From my heavy breath and throbbing tone.

I soak the tears inside my sockets,

To check them from being measured,

By known characters from my periphery,

And blame my innocent aficionado.

I know we are decent and so is our devotion,

But I can’t guess which glass people might be wearing,

When they see our intimate friendship,

Therefore, this hiding measure.

Even though I was never identified among hiders,

But in matters of your reputation,

My soul is prepared for any compromise,

As your smile and happiness values most for me.