Woman Who Never Mature
I have come to realize some women never mature,
They remain in this dormant clay like state,
Resting in not becoming the greatest possibility,
Bonding is next to impossible to achieve,
With any spirit that can not fly that high,
Maturity they do not wish to own,
They do not want any power,
Wisdom can not be given to all men.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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