Sometimes I wish I would just find God and I would know what would happen to me instead of holding my eyes closed not knowing how deep the pool is before I hit the floor.
Sometimes I wish I would find Jesus rather than have him in the back of my guitar, sometimes I wish I would dive into the crowd and be yanked out by him, I don’t care how he will look as long as he does.
Sometimes I wish I were a church. I had periods of times when I would drop religion, sometimes I wished I would go back and it’s weird to be sitting on a pew, I raise my hands, just to touch the church sky and once I’m out with my mouth open rain starts to pour. Supposedly it’s a good sign, so I let it wash away my sins, even if I know that I don’t have any, besides passing cigarettes to younger children in a party, back when you don’t afford weed yet and it had been someone’s younger brother.
I stop and sit on a bench, knowing that all the light will come and it does, I wish it would dry away the pain, the melancholy of knowing that all will be ok. So then he just sits besides me, legs crossed and he doesn’t really look like Jesus, he just lights a cigarette and it does burn under the rain, his face covered in foundation.
It burns and it soaks under the water, like a small miracle with blood and wine. I pull his chin and we engage in a kiss, opening mouths, I can feel his drawn flesh printing against my face.
If we could rob, we would, just under the rain, again, it’s a country which has four seasons. I can see us holding guns, gritting teeth, riding.
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Sometimes I wish I would find Jesus rather than have him in the back of my guitar, sometimes I wish I would dive into the crowd and be yanked out by him, I don’t care how he will look as long as he does.
Sometimes I wish I were a church. I had periods of times when I would drop religion, sometimes I wished I would go back and it’s weird to be sitting on a pew, I raise my hands, just to touch the church sky and once I’m out with my mouth open rain starts to pour. Supposedly it’s a good sign, so I let it wash away my sins, even if I know that I don’t have any, besides passing cigarettes to younger children in a party, back when you don’t afford weed yet and it had been someone’s younger brother.
I stop and sit on a bench, knowing that all the light will come and it does, I wish it would dry away the pain, the melancholy of knowing that all will be ok. So then he just sits besides me, legs crossed and he doesn’t really look like Jesus, he just lights a cigarette and it does burn under the rain, his face covered in foundation.
It burns and it soaks under the water, like a small miracle with blood and wine. I pull his chin and we engage in a kiss, opening mouths, I can feel his drawn flesh printing against my face.
If we could rob, we would, just under the rain, again, it’s a country which has four seasons. I can see us holding guns, gritting teeth, riding.
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this is beautiful. :)
ReplyDeletethank youuuuu:D feel free to request:3
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This is incredibly well written and it's beautiful. I like your Max Bemis fanfics, too! You should write more fanfics about frontmen of emo bands, haha:)
ReplyDelete:3:3:3 Thank you:D
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Do you like Brand New? I like this, btw:)
ReplyDeleteI'll be honest, I don't really like them, but I find Jesse Lacey interesting, that's why I took the request:)
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