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