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.