As It Is, Abby Moran [mystery books to read .TXT] 📗

Lemonade by Abigail Moran

 

Life gave me lemons

And I grumbled with haste

I knew that Life's lemons

Always had a bitter taste

 

I sat there pouting at Life

Sitting in my hand were three

The amount slowly grew bigger

Like I had my own lemon tree

 

I knew I didn't want them

But was clueless what to do

Until I boiled them with sugar

And made a sort of stew

 

It made the lemons sweeter!

No bitterness stayed

And the face of Life was priceless

When I made lemonade

Tell Yourself by Abigail Moran

 

When you feel like you're falling
With no parachute to catch you
Almost like the world can't see
The thing that is slowly killing you

 

When you feel like somethings broken
And theres nothing to lean on
Like the blood is draining out
And theres not a bandaid to bleed on

 

When you feel like something is wrong
And you cant find a place to go
You asked your brain what was right
And it simply didn't know

 

A time when there is darkness
Displaying little to no light
A time when it seems gloomy
And your demons give you fright

 

Look at your mirror reflection
And say this clear as day
I am strong and i am wise
And wont let anything get in my way

My Love by Abigail Moran

 

The morning dew comes
As the sun begins to rise
I roll over on the bed
Just to look at your eyes

 

Those soft pools of yours
The slight curl in your hair
I don't want to know a life
In which you're not there

 

You give me light
When all the world seems dark
The compass that can lead me
a Lewis to my Clark

 

I cannot do without you
As I sit here on this bed
And I'll always need you
Even if that's never said

My Choice by Abigail Moran

 

They told her she was pretty
But never called her smart
Her career choice was a "mans job"
She wouldn't finish, so why start?

 

They said her body was perfect
But made no comment on her soul
"She must want children, she's a lady"
Does she really need another goal?

 

They said she should wear dresses
Even though pants were just fine
"Show off what God gave you"
Don't have a beer, drink the wine

 

So many rules for women
But how about this instead?
Who you are is what's important
Not who you bring to bed

 

Be who you are
Not "what you should be"
Do what you do best
Not the career others see

 

And if you feel like changing
Because thats fine to do
Do that because its what you want
Not because someone says to

Sea Mate and Captain by Abigail Moran

 

 I could walk away

but you know what will happen

I'll stay loyal to you

Like a sea mate and captain

 

Because no matter how painful

I can't leave your side

No matter what happens

I'm trudging behind

 

I have your back

Even if you may not have mine

While some say its unhealthy

I'm saying “everything is fine”

 

I could walk away

but you know what will happen

I'll stay on this crazy, unhealthy ship

Like a sea mate and captain

 

 

 

Moccasins by Abigail Moran

 

Take a walk in my moccasins

tell me if you like the view

Take a walk in my moccasins

and see the things that I do

 

Take a stroll in my shoes

watch the story unfold

Take a stroll in my shoes

see the world – cruel and cold

 

Take a walk in my moccasins

and see the things that I do

and before you say a word

Look at my point of view

The Doll You Threw Away by Abigail Moran

 

I’m the doll you threw away

My dress is tattered and ripped

I’m the doll you threw away

My eyes have come unstitched

I’m the doll you threw away

Face down in the trash

I’m the doll you threw away

Trying to fix my heart’s gash

I’m the doll you threw

I’m the doll you tossed

I’m the doll you threw away

Now I’m the doll you lost

"I'm Sorry" by Abigail Moran

 

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

That's all I ever hear

But what have you done to prove

all these words you say, my dear?

 

You say it won't happen again

but then it always does

I ask why you should get forgiveness

and you're answer is just “because”

 

Well I have some news for you

And this you'll want to hear

Sorry doesn't always cut it

Or fix your damage, my dear.

 

Prove that you are sorry

That it won't happen another time

Prove that I can trust you

And you're forgiven for your crime

The Magazine Told Me So by Abigail Moran

 

Yes, I'm wearing makeup

because the real me just isn't enough

Eye makeup removes the bags

from tears leaking into rags

 

This lip stain I wear

is not for me, I swear!

The magazine told me so!

It made me put my hair in this bow!

 

It told me what is pretty

make my eyes just like a kitty's

The magazine told me so!

Who was I to say no?

 

It told me how to dress

And it was right! I mean, unless

Maybe it's not

Maybe I'm fine with just what I got

 

Maybe I'm just fine

Without my perfect contour line

And maybe they're wrong

Maybe I've been perfect all along