Half Full
I'll write these words.
I'll write more tomorrow.
Will they be read by anyone,
does it matter either way?
I am reading them,
and that goes to prove that they've been written,
that my mind is not blank.
I have sympathy for the blank-minded people.
Although I'm sure,
they would sympathize with me...
if only their minds were not blank,
And they weren't just content to be.
poem by Edward Veilleux
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Lack of Care
Some people will talk about love, but they never cared.
There wasn't a single moment of love they had shared.
People don't realize how little they know,
Ignorant to every emotion he couldn't come out and show.
There is so much more to this boy then meets the eye,
A close few see it in him, most others never even tried.
He liked soccer, he could be on the pitch everyday...
He was a good time to drink with, always fun and games.
Both of these things are highly irrelvant,
when judging his character, look at how his time alone was spent.
Listening to music, busy reading and writing in his room by himself.
Thinking all alone at night (not sleeping) , going through his doubts.
Will he get a unique eulogy, with important care and thought?
He'll be remembered for his height, with cards that are store bought.
poem by Edward Veilleux
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