A Girl and a Boy

girl: “I have a soft slow rhythm cause in my being as it seems, there’s only blues and jazz, I can’t find a good beat in myself to speed up the rhythm of my pace” boy: “It makes sense, but I’m an upbeat boy” girl: “I don’t, I’m just a blue girl going by in life skipping, skimming and rolling around.” boy: "That's how you were made and that's how you are." girl: "conceded just maybe, although I think nobody should be blue to the soul or bright as the stars, just in the middle is fine". boy: "That's why I like you, I guess" girl: "maybe"