been there done that

ok now the past is beginning to come back and haunt me.

in the most insidious of ways, through the vilest of mouths and darkest of hearts.

you who hide beneath your veil of innocence, an angel in the day who bathes in waters of lust underneath the cloak of the night.

you who condemn silently inside, and then lower your lids in shame when your name is called on judgement day.

i do not deny, for there is no guilt.

i do not regret for there was no wrong.

yet, do not look upon me with a jaundiced eye, though a pristine bride i may not be,

there lies much more to me than what you see.