Dear Aristocratic Gal

I flattered that you offered me a gracious connection.
You were fine and absolutely well off.
I like you a lot when you accomplished
the messy things with your fingertip.
I always be your queen in everything
but you never let me walk with bare foot.
You’ve been so perfect in a whole wax,

in fact
I’m too much perfect ten for you
that you didn’t allow a single mistake
or a spot that stick in my skin.
It was six months of my own battle
and I have already loosing my own personality
for I stayed in my illusive bliss.
Thanks for giving me a place in your dungeon
but I have to move on.
I don’t want to miss a thing,
since I stayed with you all the world was seized up.