Hearsay

Everything’s been said and nothing done
It’s rumored you taste like beer and smell like smoke
Sometimes I get drunk off your vibe
As you take my hand in a make-shift globe
Til we sway away from the floor
Hearsay, what I feel about you
Second-hand words from the people you’ve known
They’re names in a newspaper from before
In a moment of weakness, what do I have to be happy about?
The pause in your step when you see me
The smile in my stance when I see you
An overview of the room but I can never overlook you.

©TCOS

3 Comments

  1. wardah says:

    WOW! This is amazinggg Aarushi! The images, the flow, everything is perfect. I really love this poem! 🙌♥

    Liked by 1 person

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