I hope you enjoy. It is spacey so it counts.
I am torn.
Torn in two planes.
I wear a dress that is worn down.
The two as see through as panes.
Where to?
I can go anywhere without being seen.
I'm torn on what to do.
The two planes are what I'm between.
A ball of magic.
A ball with purple embers.
Very tragic.
That I don't have many members.
Many members who can come.
Who can come to this place.
Only a selected some.
In a white open space.
I'm torn.
Torn between the planes.
As I exists in both but a bit worn.
Worn in one of the panes.
The worn out me is this one.
Torn between my life.
My time here isn't done.
I can't let regret cut with its own knife.
A dress the color of pale blue.
I can watch you without knowing.
I can even touch you, that is true.
You can't notice but I'm glowing.
Glowing a blue there.
Glowing a blue here too.
You can't see where.
As I can't speak to you.
A ball of magic.
A ball with a purple glow.
Very tragic.
As since I'm torn my choice is slow.
Torn yet not apart.
Torn between the plane.
Follow my heart.
So I go back to the physical pane.
I'm now back.
I left the white.
My power I never lack.
But I miss the pretty site.
I'm torn on where to go.
I'm torn on where to stay.
I'm torn on if to say yes or no.
I'm torn on to become astray.
An ability I keep hidden.
Biden behind key and lock.
People normally say good ridden.
Like I'm just someone to mock.
I think it was how I'm torn.
Torn in the two planes.
In a pale blue dress that is worn.
As I'm in between the two panes.
This is how I picture it like.
A orange and blue plasma ball.
As it normally is a spike.
A spike in energy can't make you fall.
As it instead makes you float.
I'm torn in the two planes.
Having a soft coat.
I always pick my lanes.
A defenseless girl.
Now having an ability made.
As I twirl.
On the grass the color of jade.
I'm torn on where to go.
Where to?
I torn on whether to say no.
What do I do?
A purple ember flickers.
A world far different than real.
The future has its pickers.
As I have a meal.
Wearing an invisible blue.
I can't be seen.
This is true.
As people can't know I'm in between.
I'm in a worn dress the color of pale blue.
I'm torn in the planes.
In front of a door like glass.
Glass window panes
I have a lot less mass.
Not to break time and space.
But less enough to float.
Even if it rains in a place.
I won't need a coat.
I'm torn on which to pick.
Start over again or feel pain.
As I see a candle wick.
As I can see rain.
Here my name is Arima silly.
I'm torn.
Too many times I pick a Lilly.
In my dress that is worn.
I have two names.
Arima and ¤ª=€ are what I was gave.
Here nothing are games.
These are the two I save.
I'm torn between my life.
I have memories of my old and new.
Regrets from both cut like a knife.
As it is only a select few.
A select few who know.
Who know what I'm talking about.
The palace as white as snow.
No one here would here me if I shout.
I'm torn.
Torn on how to say.
How to explain the scorn.
So I travel along the way.
Plasma ball orange and blue.
It is my ability of course silly.
This is all true.
I can travel willy nilly.
There are some rules sadly.
In both planes.
Other than that I travel gladly.
I'm torn between the panes.
