Do you choose me,

Or the world more ?

You dwell in what you see,

Leaving me here, sore.

You fell for their lure,

Took a while for you to come back.

I don't know how to endure,

The way my hope is about to crack.

You come and go like the wind.

You go when the 'world' calls to you,

Until a point where the fun is dimmed,

You come back when it's all you could do.

Tell me, in which do you stand ?

The temporary thrill of the world,

Or love, who's always held out a hand,

Me.

Sometimes, you think you find love in your worldly desires, and leave your true love for it. Don't. You have no idea.