Radeo80

Dreams of you fail to be restrained by sleep waking dazes seem deep they are the thoughts of you, sleeping soundly in war-torn bed sheets Your gift makes me weak unable to speak or answer pathetic inquiries,and as of forlorn streets where I often I have seen passions greet and addictions defeat weak minded kids I loved its cracked surface and cigarette infested face Its broken skin is a misjudged place it is beaten and trampled it holds my sympathy and I hold its pain in eyes of mistreated these are the same Trodden and forgotten like me and of love I only have him pavement on a summer's day. But can I complain? I have binged on y