Two Choices.

"She was holding on to both of their hands. One of which was unwilling to let her go, and the other one, which she was unwilling to let go of."

And there is always the confusion,
What is right, what is wrong?
To pick the one who loves you for-
All the reasons he thinks right.
Or the one who you love for-
All the reasons you think right.

And it makes even lesser sense,
When you realize you get the pick.
Two men vying for your hand,
You must be the luckiest of all.

No one knows the turmoil in her head,
No one knows what it feels like,
To feel loved and not loved,
All at the very same time.