Sunday, August 16, 2009

lost innocence.
It's gone. It's gone once you move. And you see it. in him. in
her. in them.
It was a trade. You gave, you got. And you see it. They don't
have it. neither do you.

And you know. When he holds you tight in his arms with your
head pressing against his skinny chest. he knows too. He let
you go. You know you'dnt go back. He knows time can't be
returned.