Goodnight
My dearest Marie oh how I miss thee,
You didn't say goodnight last night before you went to sleep,
I guess it was kinda my fault as I was busy and didnt see,
That it was getting late and you were probably about to leave,
But none the less it made me sad deep down inside,
If I wasn't a manly man I probably would have cried,
But I am so instead I decided to sit and write,
This poem of how I feel on this dark lonely nite,
Although now that I think about it writing isn't manly at all,
What the hell am I doing men don't write poems they beat up walls,
And break stuff and curse and spit and smash beer cans on our heads,
I guess I'm not a manly man...aww screw it I'm going to bed.
~DM2~
P.s. took out the curse words or it would be a little different lol.
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