A/N: A poem letter I wrote about a month ago, I keep forgetting to post it... I think it's pretty straight forward though I'm not sure how IC it is, we see so little of our lovable guy 3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy it~
Dear Alfred,
I write this letter in beseech to you,
To ease my troubled blues.
When we go and try to speak,
I end up being meek.
I don't mean to prick; I don't mean to pry,
As tears well up my eyes.
But this matter to which we must attend,
Is one that I will defend.
Because, we two, look some much the same,
I'm caught within your game.
Now I know I don't always have much to say,
But on this I'll get my way.
You always go out in the big wide world,
Each time my fingers curled.
Back home does trouble follow you,
This I truly know.
And just as the great blue sea bubbles with foam,
Up to me do they roam.
Though you may like things the way they are,
You don't see that far.
You don't know how you trouble me,
Just myself I want to be.
But all this mess you unknowingly do,
Guess how pays the dues?
So this I ask, as brothers, as friends,
To put this to an end.
It will cheer my heart greatly if you do,
And then I'll say "thank you".
Sincerely,
Matthew.
P.S Even if you never get this….