Sunday, May 24, 2009
a night sky filled with swirling clouds
stars ablaize with their own luminescence and abright crescent moon
below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town
there are structures in the distant lit up in a warm glow of light
there is no blue without yellow and without orange
"starry starry night"
for they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight
you took your life as lovers often do
but i could have told you,
Vincent
this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you
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his paintings could never love him back.
Van Gogh attempted suicide by shooting himself in the chest,
which ultimately led to his death two days later."