Alcoholic Poem by danielle loven

That smile.
And those eyes,
Which twinkle with aid.
now are forever engraved in my brain
Without a thought,
It's ten in the morning.
The time you begin to quench thirst.
By the time that you're done,
A new day is dawning.
And your liver is about to burst.
The couch sags,
Beneath your old, weighted limbs.
I can tell that they're aching from here.
All around you are bottles,
Filled to the rims.
soon they'll be gone, and the same pattern begins