2/26/12

Remember this from me
By Allie Poole


So I wait for the sun on my horizon
Still I return to a heart without home
Wanting to leave it whole before it’s gone
I’m shaking, hopeful but scared to the bone

Still I return to a heart without home
I see that frightened girl reach for that hand
I’m shaking, hopeful but scared to the bone
The truth behind loving you was not planned

I see that frightened girl reach for that hand
She sees the tall shadow stand next to her
The truth behind loving you was not planned
Can this be the one who is my gentle cure?

She sees the tall shadow stand next to her
Now I know the lover that smiles kind
Can this be the one who is my gentle cure?
Let’s walk the sun’s path, it’s behind


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I’m a girl who doesn’t take love lightly. I write from the passion that every emotion makes me feel, almost automatically. I’m a junior in high school, but I don’t see that as less of an advantage for my word’s value. Being young does not make me naïve; it makes me explore the wonders of caring for others.