Alive

words flow in my blood
ink leaking out as my tears 

while my heart beats a song 
made of life

the paint that covers my skin 
is the proof of what happens 
when you leave me alone with a paintbrush 

there's stains on my sheets 
from ice cream and rootbeer (I am still a child at heart) 

how I dance in the rain 
and run through the feilds

how I love what it means 
to be wild and free

is what tells you 
that I am alive.