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
12 years ago
2 comments:
hey...Lydia, this in Natasha...find this off your facebook...cool...I love the way you write...keep it up..:)
this is Natasha again...*sniffs*...I guess you've given up on this ol' blogspot...
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