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Mar 2017
i see a smile in the eyes of another dream
she has a friend so still i must sleep alone
but then she asked me how to live her life
she can’t ask a man who can't live his own

i am acting my age at the moment
for some reason this is important
i have not lost my way so much
it’s just that i prefer another road
to be a moral man is my choice
if god is interested in me i will listen
i have more freedom than i deserve
can accept his rules instead of my own

i want someone for a quiet saturday evening
but you know it’s much more than that
i don’t want to steal someone’s unhappy girl
i will find a heart in the same place as my own

i can take a picture of a face
i won’t worry about the past
i will let you see the lines
you see the moment as it is
you may decide for yourself
i will not explain history to you
there are things that may be true
his life may be the same as my own

i heard the quiet sounds of an open windows breeze
it was the moment before a wild heart settled down
i didn’t know it was happening in a faraway place
she settled for her mother’s peace instead of her own

i am a living silhouette
determined to find color
the road lights are blurred
no longer defined by purpose
instead it has become mine
and they bow to me now
every source of energy
has become all that i own
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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