Oh, little red riding hood
Went to the woods,
To bring her sick grandmother some goodies.
Oh, little red riding hood:
A good little girl,
Who follows mommy's words.
Oh, little red riding hood
She hoped,
Hoped she could meet her grandmother,
Again.
To her disappointment,
She met the big bad wolf:
Who ate her grandmother,
Ate her expectations,
Ate her happiness.
Hmm, this sounds familiar...
Oh!
I just remembered,
People on top are just like the big bad wolf;
Looking down at their puppets.
Us little puppets-
Sadly,
Are dependent onto our puppeteers.
I'm sorry,
I know you worked hard on creating a beautiful puppet,
But now I'm tired
And willing to cut the strings from my body
To be an independent person.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryWhen the clock strikes 12 AM random thoughts rushes in It could be a reflection of wrongdoings, memories of loved ones, heartaches, happy memories that could make a sad girl giggle, and the list goes on. Can't sleep? Same here.
