Vincent,
Why don't you love me? I've held nothing but adoration for you. I've watched you, every single day, waiting for you to approach me with those flowers you paint so beautifully. But you have never. And you will never.
And no one will ever love you like I do.
-Margot Begemann
YOU ARE READING
yours very truly, vincent
Poetry"there may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke." - vincent van gogh. my entry for _theskyisthelimit_ 's 100 poems challenge. (c) mockingjayde 2013
