For a man with Jesus has hope,
Where nothings looking up, and fucked is the foreseeable
fate of my loves, I see bullets, not doves.
The girl who believes herself saved, I'm happy for,
For I'd barter and bid for belief,
Like I have in what I can hold in my hands,
To be sure there'll be reason to smile
In a while.
Regina Spektors "Laughing with" always puts me in a mood to write pretentiously. Honestly though, much as I believe religion to be suspect, and much as I claim to be agnostic, I'd do such things to be sure of the security, in love, health, and happiness of the people I love most. Fuck... relationships make me unbelievably mushy. Well done Soph. -.-
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