Only Alive

I'm in love with words;

they make me shiver and shake

from the top to the bottom of this day,

I quiver and quake.

I'd die without my words;

they make me cry and hurt

but most of all, and even worse,

I smile and burst.

I drink up these words;

they drizzle and drench

and when every one's spent

they fizzle and quench.

I speak with these words;

they open and close

and in the end, I suppose

they've spoken and known.

I'll stay with my words;

they will glow and survive

and when they move in this lonely night

they are only alive.

Reviews

[Katelyn]

The imagery and words are wonderful. haha... your words are alive :-) Lovely poem! 100/100