The Words Are...

I like words. Love them.

I like ugly words, pretty words,

Short words and long words.

I like the way they make me feel, the way they make you feel,

Sad, angry, mad and happy. Wet, they build your appetite.

You can say them loud or say them low to the ground, barely a whisper.

I love them so much I know there will be a day I won’t.

A day will come and I will be sick, sick of seeing words, of hearing them and reading them.

But that day is not today, tomorrow nor the next,

For now, I will indulge, I will scream out what I like, whisper what I don’t.

I will drown in words, happy and dead in words, then I’ll be ready to leave them.