To begin a proper description
of the emotions brought fourth
by her beautiful, intelligent existence,
is not to be sold short.

The blame is all mine.
you were a lover then.
we shared feelings for short time.
i'd **** to share again.

Today I sit in a crowd,
alone in my apartment.
regret fills me now,
i had put one foot in
and left one foot out.

So of course she couldn't wait
decisions must be made.
after all she was a princess,
and a princess won't be played.

I wish I'd seen things clearer,
or new what blurred my vision.
what i'd give just to be near her,
"forgive my indecision"