Aerosmith on vinyl Your hand on my throat Listen to Toys In The Attic I'll be your toy, Make me choke Kiss me ever so softly While your lips tell me jokes Send chills down my spine When I smell your cologne
Show me your favorite songs Tell me your crazy stories I want to know who you are I just want you to do adore me Look through my eyes to my soul Hands all over my body Steal the air from my lungs I swear you're killing me softly
This is me Breaking softly, softly Like crisp mounds of sand succumbing to the winds. Because sand is porous. Unretentive I'm like this sand Forgetting good memories Forgetting conflicts Forgetting them all at once. • Breaking softly, softly like a house losing its life to a fire in minutes Because fire has no regard for history. Is wild. Persistent And I'm like this house Yielding to the gentle build up of this sweet inferno Disregarding my age-old vows to "never be bait" • And breaking softly, softly like a feeble brick-wall Under the downpour of torrential rains. Because brick-walls are volatile. Unstable. I'm like this brick-wall crumbling under the weight of my shortcomings under the weight of my non-stop errors. • You are wind. Blowing away my reasons for guardedness Because you've given me less reasons to be You are fire Having no regards for the history behind my careless habits Because there's really no need for it anymore. You are rain. Eroding this sanctuary I call "The place of logicality" Because logicality never won in the Place of Emotions. • But this doesn't mean that I'll stop Resisting the winds, the fires, the rains. Resisting you And why? I don't know either. And I don't know who will win this war You, or my stubborn heart. • But truth remains that this is me Breaking softly, softly For you.
Originally published on my instagram account, @_mercywilliams_
Intensity A single word, all that comes to mind Propensity For thought, or setting things aside
All the glowing neon signs And everything that I try so desperately to convey I just can't find the right words
It's got to have rain No doubt And light as well, so long as it's gray Or neon red, with hues of blue As long as its night Or something tangible in white Something representing past days
Ages ago, but familiar feeling as well Ages, only years maybe As long as its different
Some otherwise abandoned alleyway Shipping bay turned rave Abandoned shopping malls Frozen over lakes
Minimalist design Clean, and insulated against Nature
The heart of the woodlands Something like a cabin where The lines between the outside and Not are too disjointed to Make a distinction
Maybe half the magic comes from The inability to capture outside of The occasional photograph that strikes up some match A spark or something I don't know for sure But if I capture it maybe I don't have to feel it any more I'm not sure if I'd be any Happier Or just worse off.