hmm hmm hmmmm
In a little goody good mood.
Felt like writing a poem/*idk what*.

For that special girl down that street.
Whoever you are....

hmmmm

It flipped, it flopped, it ran all about.
Thats what my heart does, as she is all its thinking about...
I swear i got no idea whr it will go,
but can i run and return to that moment whr that good-bye was golden?