Call One, Lost One.

Call it mechanical-
This everlasting cycle of rise and fall,
Call it detrimental,
The one time I'm not perfect.
 

 

Call me immature,
The one time I let out a laugh,
Call me unsure,
The one time I show the slightest doubt.

 

Call the world horrible
Everytime something goes wrong for you,
Call the world still horrible,
Even when something goes right.

 

Call me yours,
This one last time,
Call me as I walk out the door,
I won't be coming back.

Author's Note

Not quite sure what's up with this one, probably just late night random writing. It's 3am. ^.^

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

This writing is a complex thoughts!
Complaining, critiquing, hoping...
But nice, actually it fits the mood it reframes!

[Jo]

Wow, I like this. It speaks a lot of truth, at least to me, about all those hypocrites in life that do call you "unsure" when you slip up once and so on. Awesome write =)