Olivia Ortega · Jan 17, 2010
This is love, These are words.

I just write.
Little, little, down.
Just a little though.
Because that's all I'm made of.
You could be the one that writes me down.
Don't you take me down though,
I'm already so low.
Digging myself out of love.
Is hard.

 
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