You scare me silly.
I'm 3 million years old, but you don't care.
I'm five to you.
A little girl.
Who's inevitably and perpetually,
Silly.

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.

That's enough for now.
I'm too full from youth to speak.
A smile is all it takes here, where everything is simple.
Even the knots in my hair.