...obtain for us from your most holy Son the grace of keeping our faith, of sweet hope in the midst of the bitterness of life of burning charity, and the precious gift of final perseverance.


Your Faith Was Strong, But You Needed Proof.

oh.

remember how
we used to be
beautiful?

fifteen, fifteen,
you were gorgeous.
fifteen fifteen
oh--! i fell in love.
fifteen, fifteen,
taught her how to grow.
fifteen fifteen
oh--! i clung to you.

oh god, oh god.
oh fifteen,
i clung.

remember how
we used to be
infinite?

sixteen, sixteen,
best days of your life.
sixteen sixteen
oh--! i cried.
sixteen, sixteen,
taught me how to grow.
sixteen sixteen
oh--! i have nothing to cling to.

oh god, oh god.
oh sixteen,
i have nothing.

remember?
how
i used to think,
oh god, oh god,
he will surely die.

seventeen, seventeen,
you screamed glory.
oh--!
god tangles and he untangles.

god untangled you from me.

seventeen, seventeen,
you bled red and white and green.
oh--!
god works in mysterious ways.

oh god, oh god.
oh seventeen,
god works in mysterious ways.

(nuestra señorita de guadalupe on your keyring
shattered,
along with your winshield
and your cranium.)



Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2007-03-27 at 06:00

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