If life was a book
If life was a book,
Then I would have never picked it up.
I would have never kept reading.
I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance.
It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on.
It’s a book, it’s meant to be read.
It’s life, it has to be lived.
If life was a book, it would have no name.
There is not one title that can describe life.
If life was a book, I don’t know what I would change.
You never know what’s going to happen.
So why would you want it to be more unknown.
If I said one thing differently it could change my whole life.
My book would go completely different to what I have right now.
And even though it’s bad,
I wouldn’t give up all the people in it.
Take the good with the bad.
Right?
But what is the bad is too much?
What if the good isn’t worth the pain?
What if the good isn’t good enough?
I wish I could pick out the perfect life.
Like picking the perfect book.
Happy ending,
A moral,
Good life,
A few ups and downs but not really bad.
Perfect is something no one can be,
But everyone tries.
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