A woman
Who has been turned into clay,
Eventually dries
And becomes hard, cold and
She won't be molded
Any longer.
Don't throw her
Out the window because
She refuses to take
The shape you
Wish she were.
Decorate her with the
Colors of faithfulness,
Love and acceptance.
She will continue to be
Unmoldable,
But she will take an all new
Shape,
One she is proud of,
And her warmth will
Glow through out the night.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
A woman
Who has been turned into clay,
Eventually dries
And becomes hard, cold and
She won't be molded
Any longer.
Don't throw her
Out the window because
She refuses to take
The shape you
Wish she were.
Decorate her with the
Colors of faithfulness,
Love and acceptance.
She will continue to be
Unmoldable,
But she will take an all new
Shape,
One she is proud of,
And her warmth will
Glow through out the night.
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