Maybe you could be the one,
to reignite the fire in my veins,
and turn my life into something extraordinary.

To make every morning bright,
and every thought filled with love,
that beats it’s chest with pride and caring.

Or maybe you could be the one,
to destroy my life and dreams,
and turn my ambitions into foggy memories.

You might take the complete me,
and hollow it out into a ghost man,
where hope pours into a drain of apathy.

Maybe you could be the one,
I love for the rest of my life,
and touch how only lovers can;
or that I leave in a few months,
in a furious exchange of curses.

Who knows?