prayer

My God, forgive me
I fall short everyday
of your wonderful mercy
of the love you have for me
Why do you love me so
when I treat you with contemt
with hate
with passion
fit for a beggar
you deserve a perfect daughter
a gleamn princess
but you chose me
the mess
the dirt
the scars
you take it
and mold it
and hold me
like a child
your child
you sace for me
a palace fit for a queen

<3 LW

ink blots on an empty canvas

Bright flashing lights
Loud shrill whistles
Is that what it takes
to get noticed?
Should I jump?
Should I dance?
Should I recite the constitution?
Maybe then
you'll see through this facade
and see the girl
buiried beneath the flesh
aching to be free