It wasn’t my intention to break with convention

Live with dissension and growing inner tension

I’d really like to mention I was full of apprehension

When love became pretension and happiness invention

I sought for intervention but with budding comprehension

I felt the inattention the icy cold abstention

There was no way of circumvention too late for prevention

No hope of insurrection all love was in suspension

Though with recollection there once was some affection

Love and a connection at the relationship’s inception

But love and adoration was replaced by rejection

though now upon reflection I can feel no dejection

I can enjoy my reinvention my little resurrection

I feel my break with convention has released my inner tension

No longer in oppression and I have a small confession

It wasn’t my intention but my life’s in its ascension