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Eileen Prunster Jun 2014
casual
but intense
relaxed
but exciting
a man of his word
who listens to mine
the possible
and the impossible
all in one
why do I dream
at this age
maybe that's all
there is
Eileen Prunster Jun 2014
you morn me
in retrospect
and hurt me
in the present tense
Eileen Prunster Apr 2014
oh god how is it possible
to love one another
so intensely
yet rub each other up the wrong way
no saving us
i want to dissipate into mist
invade your pores
This is a Dear John letter.....
Eileen Prunster Mar 2014
had been to a wedding
a lovely affair
many humerous people were there

all through the night
we danced and we sang
throughout the rooms much laughter rang

home the next day
my emails i read
sorry said dad your sister is dead
Eileen Prunster Mar 2014
love is not sunlight
on gossamer down
or dewdrops on grass
in which our souls drown
not sunlight filtering
through lacy leaves
no matter how much
such fancies please
so why do we clothe it
in white lace and roses
it's merely a corpse
that looks fine in poses
Eileen Prunster Mar 2014
can i come home
cant do this
no more
53
and
collapsed
on the floor
been
all over
Europe
in and
out
doors
drug ****** and
lifeless
really a bore
Eileen Prunster Mar 2014
if i run
as fast as i can
maybe
i'll outstrip reality
and trick it
into rearrangement...
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