Describe the scene, a dream that followed a horrible crime, and I must of played that album a hundred times by now.
A letter, one of my alluring poems from the mentally disorganised.
No collection of words makes one man listen, and the power to not notice a boy who stood still.
And I signed it as I did: ''From Alfred.'' with nothing but one kiss.
Because two more too many I wouldn't mean.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
Describe the scene, a dream that followed a horrible crime, and I must of played that album a hundred times by now.
A letter, one of my alluring poems from the mentally disorganised.
No collection of words makes one man listen, and the power to not notice a boy who stood still.
And I signed it as I did: ''From Alfred.'' with nothing but one kiss.
Because two more too many I wouldn't mean.
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