Donnie Wolff


Of Purfume And Hollow- Points - Poem by Donnie Wolff

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: Death


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Comments about Of Purfume And Hollow- Points by Donnie Wolff

  • Jessica Dehn Jessica Dehn (1/26/2014 10:50:00 PM)

    I really love this one! I think it is my favorite of yours. (Report) Reply

    Donnie Wolff Donnie Wolff (10/22/2014 9:53:00 PM)

    Thank you Jessica

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  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (2/9/2012 2:38:00 AM)

    nice poem, i liked it, keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Silentpoet Grl (2/3/2012 9:56:00 PM)

    'To your reality, I am just a memory.
    A ghost of which I live with many.'

    I love those lines! - awesome poem, Donnie! (Report) Reply

    Donnie Wolff Donnie Wolff (10/22/2014 9:53:00 PM)

    I thanked you for the comment Liz, thank you. And I miss much my friend

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 1, 2014


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