You don't want to talk
You're just carving pumpkins
It's been like this for weeks
I've given you that time
But now I need to know
Where we stand
And what I've done
I've let you walk past me,
I've let you "smile" and walk away
But I'm done being played with
Done being avoided, and lied to
But most of all, I'm done trying to talk
When it's so clear that you don't want to
So I'll just carve pumpkins
Until there's nothing left to do
Until I care
Just about the same amount as you do
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Subjects May Vary
PoetryThis is a collection of poems - most of which are not mine - that are some of my favourites. The subjects vary, so please try to keep an open mind, and enjoy.
