Deep In The Forrest

This morning I popped over here to the blog with intentions of writing some little sentimental post about "Him" (Z) but I looked down and I spewed too much word vomit in the other post from February entitled   Time, That Slippery Bastard . So how can I, in good conscience, do another damn post with him as my main focal point?  I really can't. However, as I have once again gotten frustrated and depressed, I have really felt a horrible urge to jump in my time machine and escape back to that time once again... the time where he acted crazy and did stupid things just to get to me and spend time with me. The time when he, turning flush red with want, shyly approached me to tell me just how enchanted he was with me. A moment that charged with electricity affects a woman seriously. Gentlemen, it sticks with us... for life. May never see his face again in this lifetime, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I was an adult female, but I became a grown woman in ...

For anyone who has ever been lucky enough to feel this kind of Love, but knowing how it feels to lose it. Never quite being able to get it out of your soul. No regrets, but loving that dangerously... loving the curse. This is for all of us... TGIF. Vivian Green - "Cursed" It's R&B, so if you don't like R&B (or rather if you're gonna bitch about it) don't listen. I love music of all kinds. The words are on the screen for this btw. Oh yes, and don't forget about WTF Friday .

This just crossed my mind, and I thought I would share a new poem. I can't speak the dedication. It is more important to protect an innocent season that still has a chance to blossom from spring to summer. "Stolen" (new, written by me) © 2007 Jacqueline Wood I am that same girl just hidden under skin scratch the wound open see just where I've been Once like you with hopes and dreams and thoughts of knowing all Who'd have thought when you were small you had such power to take it all take it all away? What if you knew what your existence brought? What if you knew how hard I fought, to forget it all and start so new and push away the memory that there ever was a time it was any different than the now? What would you do if someone like you changed your life forever for good or for the better? How would you feel, if he traded in your sunrise for million a rainy day? What if he too went away? Took your innocence along, could you be so strong? How about forgiveness... i...