Endless Days Of She Loves Me Not Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Endless days of she loves me not
Endless nights of cant kiss her anymore
I die each day on the living room floor
I die each night feeling love no more

the smell of her coffee
the smell of her perfume
the look of her in a fancy dress
as she leaves the room

off trolling for cock
I say to her meanly
She smiles and waves
So serenely

Off searching for nothin
I say to her with disdain
Not at all she says
Need someone new
to end MY pain

Endless days of plucking a daisys petals
that never says 'she loves me'
Only she loves me not.

Hell is simply life upside down