Torn Between
I am torn between
Two choices
One, whose landlocked, emerald eyes
Elevate me to a point of which
I had never previously experienced
Such a feeling of wist and anxiety
And another, whose burning, crimson eyes
Allow me to envision greater visions
That of which I've never thought of
Previously, before but now
What should I choose?
The Coordinator I so favor
Or the Trainer I so Desire?
It is a hard decision.
Should I choose the one's whose scent
Of flowering, blooming roses
(That of which he presents to me every encounter)
Redden my cheeks with every whiff?
Or should I choose the one's whose battles
That I watch whenever he fights Ash or whatever
Makes me scream and yell with heat?
(And other people watch with apprehensiveness)?
Each has sworn to me eternal devotion
Each has presented me with rings of diamond
I am torn between
Two choices
And I
Cannot choose.