As It Is by Abby Moran (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📖
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I called for God
and got the dial tone
I tried to keep calling
But he didn't pick up the phone
I kept trying harder
Clueless what else to do
Until I got angry
"if you won't answer me, then I won't answer you"
I spat those words
And instantly felt a sting
"It was just words, I promise!,
They didn't mean anything!"
God gets a lot of phone calls
and you might not be first
but, yes he is still listening
even the bad and worst
Life is the Ultimate Game by Abigail Moran
Life is the ultimate game
But instead of restarting you die
You get a lot of obstacles
But only get one try
The game of life isn't simple
There are many ways to win
But there are also many ways to lose
From actions and words that happen
Life is the ultimate game
but one you'll surely lose
because no one has complete happiness
and are slaves to all the rules
Life has the upperhand
And you won't always get your way
But when life decides to push you down
Get up, brush off, and play
Road to Happiness by Abigail Moran
It's a long road to happiness
And I just missed the train
Not that I have a ticket to ride
I'm in too much pain
It's a long road to happiness
When will I have a chance?
I heard it's nice in happiness
That people sing and dance
It's a long road to happiness
And I just missed the train
Not that I could get on anyway
I'm in too much pain
I Used to Have Fire by Abigail Moran
I used to have fire
A power to fight
For all that I wanted
For all that was right
But now there is nothing
I get what I get
No motivation to fight
I just want to forget
My spirit already has stitches
I don't want anymore
Sometimes fire can cause pain
And I'm just done with war
I've put down my weapons
They don't fire anyway
Holding up the white flag now
Letting whatever come my way
I used to have fire
But now it is gone
I wish the war to cease
I can barely hang on
Healing Hands by Abigail Moran
I wish that I had healing hands
to heal scars and wounds
I wish that I had healing powers
when your body is in ruins
I wish that I could take your pain
to make you healthy and well
I wish I could trade places
have just my body swell
I wish that I had healing hands
to help with all the pain
I wish that I could help you more
but for now, my power is staying
I'm Fine by Abigail Moran
Whats the point of existing?
When no one even has a care
Whats the point of being around?
When no one wants you there
Whats the point of life?
If you dont have purpose here
Why do i need to stick around?
Why cant death be near?
I ask myself these questions
About each and every night
As I scream and cry into a pillow
And grasp the blanket tight
My red eyes wake to morning
Because another day has come
I reach into the cupboard early
To start the day with rum
Then I reach into my closet
And find my favorite mask
That will cover up my sadness
If anyone even cares to ask
But yes, I'm fine.
Mirror MIrror by Abigail Moran
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I guess we meet again
You tell me that I'm nothing
When really I'm a ten
Oh mirror you are ruthless
You tell me of such flaws
But I won't listen much longer
Your banter has been paused
My thighs are nice
My butt is tight
My waist is fine for a bikini
And my face is just right
Mirror Mirror on the wall
You'll hurt me no more
It's easier to see you now
WIth more confidence than before
Why Can't I Leave You by Abigail Moran
I really should leave
I know that I should
I know how to do it
And i know that I could
But here I still am
Feet locked in the floor
My heart wants to have you
But my brain wants the door
This shouldn't be so hard
The pain is all too real
But where my brain sees destruction
My heart sees appeal
I dont understand
Why cant i just go?
What does my heart see in you?
I honestly don't know
My Sweet Strawberry by Abigail Moran
Oh my sweet strawberry
you sweet, desserted fruit
My teeth break your unsugared skin
An organic pleasure from the root
Oh my sweet strawberry
uneaten, not rotten, and pure
The seeds aren't even an obstacle
to the pleasure I endure
Oh my sweet strawberry
Thank you for the snack
Your raw, unsugared flesh
was something many other fruits lack
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