Do you remember when you lost your innocence?
Not when you first made love, or lust, But when you lost your innocence. When things stopped being wonderful And that first awful thing happened
And the train didn’t stop
There was no ceremony
It kept going
And then another
And somewhere in there
you stopped waking up with a smile
for no reason
You need a reason now
Life happened
And is happening
Happened.
I want to stop the piece there
But it never stops
And hope is never lost
Only innocence.