(M)elancholic (M)esmerized
by cole-nubson
Vincent Van Gogh forlorn
weep, welding minds' pretense
the past, in present form
longing for my answers
in the blood crescent shaped
lies sentiment cancers
cross eyes on the belt loop
you're twirling and twirling
it will melt like your hoop
under the umbrella
is there something i missed
the wind it propels us
so we're lost in our bliss.