#m.c.m

[justanothermaddieblog]

I can’t get her off my mind,

Those rosy lips,

Those sky blue eyes,

That beautiful smile,

I was enchanted,

You kissed me,

And I will never recover

- m.c.m

[justanothermaddieblog]

Desire

The second time you kissed me, I felt like the world stopped for that kiss. A warm, fuzzy, beautiful feeling flooded my body. I couldn’t tell if you felt the same, but your hands cupped my face and I remember thinking that I’ve never been kissed like that before. I loved to be kissed like that, by you. You played me like one of your guitars, and the song was riddled with whisky. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked him while he ran his hands down my back.

I was looking for an answer I didn’t know I wanted until you said what I didn’t want “cause you’re hot,”. He chuckled under his breath, against my skin. 

I was disappointed, I wanted you to say that you wanted me, or something corny like “you’re beautiful”. But I settled for what you said. Because I wanted you anyway. Even if you didn’t want me back. 

[justanothermaddieblog]

Cut off my wings

So you would teach me to fly

But all you ever did

Was tell me sweet little lies

I kissed your lips

And you swallowed my soul

Ate my heart

Haunted my thoughts

You act like a ghost

Only ever leaving memories

Never staying very long

Now I cry out

Because you have my heart

Even despite it all

You inhabit my dreams

Appear in my fantasies

You told me you loved me

But I question it still

Your words are only words

It’s your actions that truly tell.

[justanothermaddieblog]

Sleeping with a friend

He cried in front of me once

And confessed his secrets

My heart softened at the vulnerability

Drunk and beautifully naive

I wanted you so bad

But if I told you I loved you

The neutrality would disappear

I would know how you really feel

And my world is just too stuck on you.

-m.c.m.

[justanothermaddieblog]

All the pretty girls in my hometown looked the same

They were tough and didn’t cry about their problems

Boys always talked about them the same

They were blonde hair and crystal blue eyes

They were mocha and brunette with pretty skin

They were sun-kissed and fasionable

They dated all the handsome boys

They grew up with their problems in the wind

They grew up with beauty to shield them

I never saw myself among them

All the pretty girls were the same.

-m.c.m

[across-my-universee]

Thank you Taylor Swift

Soooo… Taylor, the chances of you seeing this are nearly impossible, but I love you so much, so even if I’m talking to the space I need to declare how much I love you, and which is the reason.

So first I may say that I am a seventeen years old girl, that had a very weird day, maybe are the hormones, maybe it was because my best friend got promoted to a superior category in our dance class and I am going to miss her so much, or maybe it was just the lack of breakfast I had this morning, but the point is, that my day went bad, like not terrible bad, but the kind of bad that you just want to sleep till forever. But I can’t do that, of course I can’t, because if that’s the case it wouldn’t be a bad day.

So I got home, alone, and kind of sad, but I put your music on and it was like something magical, my bad day was gone and I found myself dancing and laughing alone in my bedroom and suddenly I didn’t want to sleep until I was part of the bed, I feel good like I was capable of going through days likes this If I have your music, if I have you.

And you are in the other side of the world, living, doing whatever you’re doing, not knowing that you just made my day, and you probably made the days of thousands of people, millions, billions, just being you, just making music. and that’s the most amazing thing about artists; how your feelings can be turn into somebody else feelings through art, like we are no longer faces, or bodies, but feelings; experiences, bad days and good days, and everything in the middle.

This is the reason why I love you, you have the capacity to changes people day, week, month, year, life, and you make it so gracefully, so well, that you bring joy to the world, even when you are singing about sadness. 

I am forever grateful for knowing you, not in a personal level, but in a fan level, I am forever grateful that you decide to make music, to turn this world in your own stage, and yes, if you weren’t a singer I would probably survive, but in alternative universe I would be lying in my bed, sad, thinking that maybe tomorrow would be even worse. But instead I’m happy, dancing, not feeling lonely anymore. All because of you, and I don’t know what you think but to me that is a wonderful way of living. Thank you.

[across-my-universee]

Genuinely nice persons are so important

[across-my-universee]

Is there any polite way of saying to your parents that you love them to death but they put you so much preasure in you yl want to cry?