Conversations Poem by avani chomal

A GIRL/BOY CONVO: -
BOY-
In my mood,
I am Dude,
With a word,
Might it get rude.

GIRL-
In my charm,
I am an alert alarm,
ready to move,
against your rule.

BOY-
Its you who harm,
charming alert alarm,
to the innocent us,
who loves you die hard.

GIRL-
Its silly of you,
who says love is the one you do,
keeping an eye over other,
a beauty hand in hand switched next hour to another.

BOY-
That is a mere service,
To build us healthy,
Girls are fool,
To get in with every wealthy.

GIRL-
Its not being fool,
its all about heart,
who feels for the one,
those who have its keeping power.

BOY-
What do you consider to fall for the one?
is it really the heart or the fun,
can you make me yours,
if its not about the just having fun?

GIRL-
I found your mentality brief,
you can't love anyone in deep,
its a game for you,
you proved me right oh silly you.