So... You may have heard of Little Red Riding Hood, who comes walking through the woods. But I bet that you haven't heard of the one with the slingshot in it, have you?

There you were Collapsing in his arms and Falling to his kiss.

Hesitated we did, but didn't retort We looked down and believed it.

Sometimes you just need... A hole to just curl up in and hide from the world.

Maybe what I see, is just a horrible fantasy.

Who wait. Who watch, the same flawed scene over and over again.

❝Poems are the words of the soul, but never heard. The words of the heart, but never appreciated. The words that echo through the mind, but never spoken.❞ © 2013, All Right Reserved: S. Mukobo-Pandu

Life is full of questions. No-one can answer all of them. But we can all try to understand them. Right?

The scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.