Wake Up And Smell The Roses.

If only if only i knew.
But i didn’t know.
That you.
Would get up and go.
Now i am left to pick up the pieces.
Inside me sadness never ceases.
I thought that we would never part.
I always loved you even though in bed you would always fart.
And you would only shower every six weeks.
But i always loved you even though your sweaty body always reeks.
If only if only i knew.
That you would turn out to be runaway sue.
Now i sleep in a fart free bed.
And next beside me on the pillow i no more have your unwashed hairy unkept head.
The more i think about it.
The more i realise into this new fresh smelling lonesome life my soul can fit.