Monday, July 6, 2009

That night

I was trying to forget the past, and my heart was beating hard, as you said.
You said you didn't know what "beating hard" even meant.
I guess I wasn't controlling it.
And I couldn't.

Everything was simple.
I don't feel so insecure.
We never cried or shivered or laughed or thought.
We were just there for however long it was.

I could have looked in your eyes.
But you had yours set on my heart.
If this is our start, then I think I'll be fine.

3 comments:

lilbent said...

this post makes me want to die because it is so cute and romantic. :]


Where? Copenhagen or Amsterdam? In all honesty, I could see myself moving to either of those places. They're both really beautiful places. Amsterdam seems like the place where I'd spend my summers, but I could live there. I could DEF live in Copenhagen. Danish is a crazy language, but I'd learn it.

Femti Kroner means Fifty Kroner.
That's all the danish I know.

jillian clark said...

wonderful

Anna Wallace said...

um, give me some pictures and i will do it.... actually i will take them on saturday when we come see you!

also, 8 am=not happening. i'm gonna have to call you about this soon.

also, this is the cutest post. ever. in the world.