Sentiment is My Forte

I have a story to tell, would you like to hear? Sit with me a while it takes a hundred years. I have a life to live, care to be part of it? Another eighty years. Take one step don’t look away. Come near so I can say, a story of livin’ my way.

There’s more to life than just to live. Walk the bridge, cascades to wash away the anger and fear, to linger on the thin line between love and hate but don’t fall in. Make life to create a difference again and again. You’re the writer; make the hundred year story count for more than just words on a page to rarely glimpse at. Black dots connected with lines, staring in a blank window, no warm home inside. Where’s your reasons why I ask, where’s your passion and sentiment? Where’s the fire burning in the hearth for all to see, to come huddle near?

Yet, the light doesn’t set on the City of Angels, midnight moonlight, enough to break your heart in longing desire. Stuck between today and tomorrow, verging on eclipse in the twilight of halo dreams. I’m writing here watching people pass by, never any change as their walls are collapsing in. You want to be here you said, but where’s the sentiment? Where’s the light you’re suppose to bring or am I just blind to god’s saving grace my friend?

‘Sentiment is my forte’ I said; pull the cord rip the heart walls open like the package you sent. See what’s inside, only two ways out of the box you give. You pray for rain, hope slows down the crushing fire. I dare you- reach inside, find wings to fly and give this lifetime. Find your reasons why.

I have a hundred year story of learning to share, of heartbreaking love so pure, compassion with reason, hope without fear. Come. Walk with me a bit in twilight dreams lit by an angel, feel the wind beneath our wings brush your cheek. Sweet dreams my dear, we’ll live again. Sentiment is my forte I said, and I know why.