Forgiving Quality

I’d swallow fire to have this glow you so seek, in a lover, I would be perfect in your eyes, less meek, and in one week I would be the other. In the hopes of being the one, your consort when you are done, I will bear the burn and I will once again wear my once rhythm less heart.

Take my everything, make it into something. Make into hat one thing, that will could make me believe that I’m needed. I want to be the song you listen to all night long. That instrument, that’s only played I

I will keep building shrines until a god hears my plea. I’ll sacrifice more of myself each time, to learn more of what it is, I have to be, in order to be with you. Hoping that you will be that sufficiency once I have been left void, I will learn, I will learn, I will burn, I will burn.


Ceaser Mata