LET ME

The very feeling that i was once loved,
cared, caressed n pampered,
breaks not just the mirrors of my reflections
but a long way that my soul was once chaste,

Tomorrow i may live the virtuous of lives,
stranding the plethora of evils
far from my absorbing vices,
ready to imprison my senses your conventions.

But today,
Let me break what i chose.
As i colonise myself to mine,
to free me from privy eyed expectations.

For i chose to judge me by what i can
than what i did.