I bought a dazzling, pink dress
Before I changed my address.
It was meant to express
A forthcoming success.
Life’s progress.
My new finesse.
Nevertheless,
To confess:
He put me in distress.
So, I had to suppress.
And due to the stress,
I didn’t get to impress.
Had to digress,
And reassess.
I don’t want to depress
With my process.
It hurts less
To admit the duress,
Than to genuinely profess –
He didn’t caress.
All he did was obsess
On ways to oppress.
He never said “yes”.
Loved to repress.
Now, I feel like a mess,
If you couldn’t guess.
I want to decompress,
And never regress.
Say God bless,
And strut in my dress.
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