Use Your Words

Stories

When I look into your eyes

I can see past the lies

And broken promises of your past;

I can see each wall you put up to last.

No matter the lighting or time of day

I look into your eyes and see what your soul has to say.

Your eyes are my pathway into your heart;

Your heart the finish line but your eyes the start.

I can see my whole world reflected in moonlight.

I can see my future with you night after night,

The same routine- same old, same old-

But we will never run out of stories to be told.

Because you and I- well We're against all odd,

Against all the pessimistic miserable sods.

We met as a one in a million chance.

We fit like two left feet and the chachacha dance.

But we work - both together and at staying as us.

We don't have it easy but we don't make a fuss.

We get on with this routine same old and same old

Because we're just making stories to keep being told.