i've got a car and fresh blind youth

A Poem by winter;lyra

my landlord's handsome
walks with the peasant
would you ever
become a statue
if you knew you'd be my precious
my landlord's ransom is a quarter pound of the most fond
here on my head
-we're ran out of room
-get off my head, make out some room

my landlord says HEY!
would you ever be my precious
i've got a car and fresh blind youth
run away
with me