Daily Stories, I’ve got scars

Daily Stories – I’ve got scars – Who am I?

Sometimes you know when you push me so hard to do things or tell me how to do things. I don’t know how I feel or say on my own because you almost lead me to doubt that I can feel at all; like I’m a puppet of strings, and you’re just moving me about at all different angles. 

It’s not as though that I always listen but there’s so much I don’t want to hear anymore. If you just listen to me and understand that I’ll never be who you want me to be. Yet I know that all you’re asking for is a little place in my heart but you shown me how to protect myself from heart break so I don’t find it easy to give.

Maybe I get a little selfish sometimes which is a good thing that I’ve been told. So why shouldn’t I? I use to say “I love you?” Let me ask you would it make a difference this time around? 

And who am I to tell you that I would never let you down. When there’s no one else that could love you half as much as I do now. Who am I to tell you that I’ll always catch you when you fall. Well I, I wouldn’t be myself at all if it wasn’t for you to stand up to my parents strong beliefs I wouldn’t be myself at all. 

I didn’t want to do what everybody does and hide the truth to find that we never knew a thing about love. Just me and you this real life, real love and knowing what it comes down too. If I chose you or my parents beliefs. I know who I’ll pick.

I will always choose you.

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Stories, Who says

Daily Stories – Who says – Pretty Girls Part 1

All around the world there’s so many pretty girls that can wipe the floor with all the boys; yet they don’t see it because they date all the girls who pour the drinks down themselves, bring the noise and the attention to get what they want. Yet the quiet ones are more pretty than them.

Yet all around the world the quiet pretty girls jump the line to the front because they do what they like and get what they want as they just pretty.  Hey didn’t you know that we aren’t all the same from Australia all around to LA. I bet you where ever the girls go the boys will follow; they just want to keep them on their toes because they can laugh yet they don’t even get their jokes, so you better set your watch as they are so predictable but somethings don’t change. 

As the a school reunion comes around the popular girls roll up at the time; all the boys seem to be taken back that they haven’t changed, yet still drawn to them more  until the quiet ones who would sit at the back and get picked on come through looking more pretty than the populars. 

Soon as the posh car doors open all of the eyes on them; all the jaws on the ground because they weren’t sure how this could happen, all of the boys went over to them it’s just so funny. They were like bees going to different flowers to pick more pollen and not return.  

Tell me, is this all true that these men are from Mars? It’s like they acting bizarre? Trying to get their numbers. Trying to take photos with them like they were famous. Yet they don’t see them rolling their eyes. They are like buzzing around them like flies. It’s like going back to a teenager as they got one thing on their minds and somethings don’t change.

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

Allrightsresereved and copyrights belong to followthefootprintsinthepages and lizzyjohnson 

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