Whats worth living/dying for?

I was haunting the boardwalk,
past the games we played as kids,
thinking over a drunken swim.

You caught my eyes and
swam through my veins.
Now, thinking it over,
I don't think its been the same.

You were crowding the loveseat,
during the games we played as kids,
thinking over a second drink.

Your dad was on your mind.
You wanted to find
something worth drinking for
so you drank for a boy.

A million in fact;
they're hardly intact,
searching for a fill for that glass.

I'm searching for something worth drowning for.

My backs got a scratch,
in the shape of your smile.

A million in fact,
historically compiled,

to know what to get back.

 

Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

very reflective
=]

[Riley]

Good job, interesting, and a bit sad, but sometimes that's what makes a great poem.

[afra]

i think you did a pretty good job here ......good job