on an impulse

on an impulse

by the moon I strolled lost in some thoughts…

wondering the strange fight you and I fought!!!

I kept teasing you over, and over again till the ends.

And you teased me too, till we ended up as friends!

That faux mean demeanor,

The dramatic gestures to go.

And still we talked, laughed,

Silly, but did we both know!

The mist rising from our breaths,

Hid our blushing curious smiles,

It was awkward, strange and nice,

We never realized how time flies!

And as we said our goodbyes,

I looked up and saw the moon.

And realized, the strange fight,

Was actually a pleasant boon : )