Its true,
that with you I could have love.
But one thing I will have never,
is forever.
It is not appointed to me.
To retain, to remain.
I am entitled only to your taste.
To your minimal touch.
To your reality,
I am just a memory.
A ghost
of which I live with many.
'To your reality, I am just a memory. A ghost of which I live with many.' I love those lines! - awesome poem, Donnie!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this one! I think it is my favorite of yours.