The loss of innocence

I miss the angels of the night, the white winged beautiful angels which once fle3w over my innocence, protecting me from the dangers of the world.

Everything was easier then, it wasn't too long ago, just a couple of years, but its funny how a couple of years become an eternity, an irrevesible eterninty.The sins of the past become nothing but by gones, nothing but regrets which stain our consciousness. We can't wipe the slate clean WHat's done is done never to be redone again

Don't we all miss those days, the days of tenderness the day when a smile was enough to chase the monsters under your bed, when a hug was a reminder that you weren't alone, it was a re-assurance that no matter what you'd always have someone by your side, someone to walk beside you in the darkness. Where does it all go to? Why does it go so soon? Why can't we stay like that for eternity, why does hatred and apathy take over our innocence? It was never ours to begin with; this innocence, it was a curse from nature, something to excite us for a short period and just when we thought we could keep it forever it vanished never to be seen again