Scarlett Jade

Forbidden, a remake of a 17th century love story Forbidden, a contagion unstable or a light merry fable Forbidden like cookies when we were developing, delicate little giants Forbidden...ask the girl with the emerald eyes, with the forest eyes tie a rope to the waist just in case for if you look too close, you would lose your way How, why, when, what, where; all unanswered questions, oh well The thrill is in the pondering, the moment, the wonder the reason why my baited eyes glance her way in a sense of confusion A silent silhouette I sit studying her stature, her being every time I feel I have a mastery of knowing who the girl with the red hair matched by the fiery passion within her beating heart she sheds her skin another inch and I finally realize...I know nothing, defeated in strategy, in knowledge The saying goes 'ignorance is bliss' but is it just What if the bliss of ignorance is the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie the very steam creating an imaginative, beckoning, wagging finger calling only to know after a bite a little too late, the pie had been tainted Wouldn't it be better to know beforehand... All I know, there is something more than her flamboyant smile magnetically pulling me in her direction I feel like I'm trapped in a flashback to when I was nine struggling to uncover feelings for the first A collision course has been set towards the setting sun the setting sun of oblivion my world turned upside down like an hourglass a horizon of a new dream What to call her Acadia, no, Acadia is gone Angela? No, no Scarlett...Scarlett Jade... Scarlett Jade