He drives a green car.
Lime Green
Like summer hot party green
Like lucky Charm green
skin like honey comb I wonder what's under it?
Metal
Gold?
He walks too fast I can never get a real glimpse
Only eye catching glances and something moving down on the inside
I know it'll never be , but when I first saw him I thought I'll never see him again
but there he goes in that Lime green car
moving too fast
like summer fast when you go to sleep on an ending semester and wake up to the first day of school.
yeah, that fast
in that green car.
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Author:
Sunflowers Bloom (Pseudonym) (
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