Are the one to end it all:
The days of hopeless longing
For something that’ll never come.
Are the one to start it all:
The blissful days worth remembering,
That time you came along.
Would be the end of it
The endless thoughts in my mind
Thinly veiled by a mask of lines.
Would be the start of it
Of better lines, of better lives,
Or perhaps the belief on something divine.
Are the one to see the one I’ve become
The flawed one, the scarred one.
Maybe, you are the one.