Twist's of fate are a rare taken path...
Van Gough.
Whack! , whack! , whack!
Cut's off his ear...
All but naught-for ones so dear.
Van Gough...
Whack! , whack! , whack!
Lack of love for none as near.
Van Gough...
Whack! , whack! , whack!
Lest not more left to make thee clear.
Hark and listen not no more sound to hear...
Van Gough...
Whack! , whack! , whack!
I'll not be back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was hopin you were guna rhyme whack with something as i was readin it. nice style.