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Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
Fairy tales aren’t just for children
I learned that the hard way
I opened the book again
Magic was no longer an illusion

Flowing ribbons and blue velvet
You returned to the time before we met
But you are always so real to me
I have to decide if I can take it this time

We are not here to start a war
There’s something only you can do
And I need to believe in that
I can make anything of you in my mind

There’s nothing for me to tell you
It’s become a way of seeing
Walk as if nobody is watching
But don’t trip over my dream

The misty river side leads me on
I can imagine without you there
That’s the scary part about lust
It talks to angels living inside of me

Who can get used to waking up
We think we do but it's not true
The more I fight it the more I feel it
Longing is stronger than being alone
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
Where the wind cannot find a friend
It’s just a ghost town trying to get away
I didn’t bother to board up the windows
So you can imagine how things used to be

I’m trying not to over-react anymore
It’s hard to get used to things right away
I don’t like rearranging tomorrow today
When I’m still cleaning up yesterday

I’m not love sick about anyone right now
Every pretty face is just a heart full of fear
I know what to do with sweet rain falling
Would it be better with you I’ll never know

I listen to every word, see every face
You see so little as you pass me by
What’s missing is what I don’t talk about
My past decides what it is you should see

I want to light a candle in a storm
The eye of a hurricane needs help
Nothing works like it did before we met
But the match in my hand will light for you
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
There's no plan
I'm not that kind of a man
You just have to like cookie dough
It's sweet enough with no place to go
I walked outside to take out the trash
Since I wasn't carrying any cash
I decided to hike up a hill
But stopped close to the thrill
Because I wasn't ready to go on
The day already was too long
And the night was just as confused
As a magician without a ruse
So not asking any questions
I figured no plan no confession
The secret was too much for a priest
Not that he cared in the least
That part of me is better than none
Because the oven said so before I was done
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
That's ok baby
Dress up nice and clean
Be professional
Listen to your friends
But when you're with me tonight
Stick that needle in your arm
Be a **** star
Shove a knife into your art
Write words about suicide
Smash your guitar upon my soul
All I see is fire in my bed
And in your heart
And tomorrow we can begin again
Like the good little people we are
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
Nothing lives well in between the lines
Too many rocks and not enough water
Exhaustion in the morning
Dropping the needle to play back time
Nobody understands what you mean
They cast shadows when the light is blinding

It’s a game for those who are young
Telling each other they’ll die for love
Now we try to live without it
We can’t cry without any tears
We can’t say bye to our fears
It’s more than we can ever admit

Walking the street or fast asleep
Loneliness wandering inside a dream
You have a promise to keep
All or nothing, all or nothing
The middle is just an empty street

How can you talk forever when you can see it
It’s not something you want to think about
So much time to make mistakes but no longer
Is it because it takes that long to see the world
Or to fix the things we know aren’t right
I could let you drive but I’m not a passenger

It’s like walking the same sandy shore
We love the gulls and the way the sand sinks
But the jetties loom where can’t cross
So the day ends and we go our separate ways
Until the morning where  shells are waiting
And I find a lucky sand dollar for you to toss

Walking the street or fast asleep
Loneliness waking up inside a dream
You have a promise to keep
All or nothing, all or nothing
In the middle there's nobody to meet
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
The travails of our skies
Helplessly waiting each day
Blue seas pierced by the sinking sun
A nebula that finally arrived
With the words of a lonely man
From long ago
It was the only way we could know
For nothing written
Can fill our eyes
And what is truth
If not the silent witness
Of God's canvas
Our daily bread
And a thousand bursting suns
Lambs blood upon our door frame
Brooding as it draws near
Waiting not to torment our souls
But instead to be loved
Mark Lecuona Jul 2017
I’m faced with it
Being happy for you
I remember your longing
The willing lover
Now pleasing another

I don’t want to think about it
We both know what it means
You have to pretend
It’s never been like that
Or maybe it’s true

I keep expecting
It’s how an obsession lives
The reason it ended
Was not about love
Only about life

The way the sun sets
It’s all I know now
The town doesn’t care
So I find something that does
Lost lovers always do

Dancing across a memory
It’s not my floor anymore
I could find it again
But someone has to want me
That’s how it once began

You say goodnight
I expect you to try
That’s the hard part
Giving your best
It once was mine
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