My Own Personal Rome

My first poem in a long time. An attempt at my own personal growth.

Top of the world!
Thats where I was.
Sin?
Excitement!
Take all they have,
Exchange what they'll give...
Why should I care?
Why should I worry?
Life? Living?
partying...
girls...
Why should I care?
Why should I worry?
Top of the world!
Thats where I was.

Friends...
More then I could count...
More then I cared...
Friends? Or were they?

THE girl.
THE one.
Seven years...
Take and take...
Give?
Why should I care?
Why should I worry?
Top of the world!
Thats where I was.

Basic Training,
She supports me
I cry to her, she comforts me.
"Hey dorm chief, I'm gonna marry this one"!
Another year,
No ring...
Why should I care?
Why should I worry?
Right by my side.
She'll never leave.

Maryland; Four months gone...
One more month and I'm coming home!
got the ring,
ready...

My telephone rings...
"Are you sitting down"?
Why should she care?
Why should she worry?

I rise...
I fall...
My own personal Rome...