Edward Veilleux Poems

When I die, carry out my final wish.
Bury me beneath the soil, away from all of this.
The want for love, the need for her company.
Bury me far from it, when my breath has left me.
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There is an angel in the midst,
She stands beautiful and tall.
So much time spent in bliss,
Left with confusion now, that's all.
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It's something too many of us are missing,
it's a bond between two people that we need.
It's real, it's extremely powerful,
It's the reason Juliet had to bleed.
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Andre and Edward, twin towers indeed.
Left to look after each other when found in need.
Their parents don't support them and never understand.
A pact made with words, as strong as a shaking of hands.
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writing a bad poem is hard,
when something good comes out
and we realize it for what it is,
a good solid poem.
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I could write a poem in under 5 minutes.
Going at that rate,
I could write over 12 poems an hour...
over 96 poems in an 8-hour day.
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'Why do you write,
what do you mean? '
I can't answer you,
as wrong as that may seem.
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Will she dance ballet like the last,
Will she have a very depressing past?
Will she hide her true self behind a pretty mask?
If those things in her I see, I'll be gone...
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Becoming who we want to be,
takes more then words.
But as we all know, in reality,
It usually starts and ends
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Nephew, may I ask what brightens your days?
Nephew, will you be forever set in your childish ways?
Tell me, What goes on within your young mind?
what will happen when happiness becomes harder to find?
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