Lost in Emotional Cinematic Translation
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Even though this knowledgeable creature had some answers
They weren't always as clear cut as they appeared to be
Logical concepts of course were solvable with facts and figures
It was the sentimental ones that weren't so neat and tidy
Came to the realization that this former know it all
Doesn't have a clue when it comes to matters of the heart
Thought that there was a brief moment of grasping concept
Operated on intuition and complete transparency
Well, a polite version of not always opening mouth at worst times
Even though timing was never a strong suit of this player
Questioning my own instinct by holding the door open
For the wolf in sheep's clothing to come in and pillage at will
Didn't actually steal money or the television set
Their crime was more of the sentimental persuasion
Allowing the Kevlar and barb wire to be put into storage
In order to be allowed access into the heart of the hostess
Okay, they were no saint either, but their missteps were minor
Not knowing the score in the long held battle of the sexes
What wounds to inflict on their weakest spots with the gravest effect
Due to recent events, locked in an isolated war room to reflect
On failed strategies of where they went wrong in the war
When they held back, instead of leading a full frontal attack
Was a lot kinder to their former ally now strongest opponent
Allowed the Trojan horse to be brought in and destroy from the inside
Wondered if it was possible to erase the internal battle scars completely
Wash them away in order to seek new adventures for a brighter future
Unlikely to do so entirely; will always be on the lookout for the betrayal
Waiting for the imaginary knife to come out of nowhere to cause damage
Fed up with living life trapped in a backroom instead of living it
Afraid of being lied to and manipulated by people who would never do it
Uncertain now of the concept because of one rotten apple in the basket
Dressed in the casual charm of a decent individual who cared enough
To look out for your best interests as they promised to do so honestly
Just a front to get what they wanted with a smile on their face
Don't be under the false assumption that they were truly missed
Repeated looking backward instead of forward mostly due to recent events
Most reminiscences now came from a distant mental movie reel
As if you were just a character, or a facsimile, in your past
Certain moments reflected on due to a song or television program
Thinking about the occasional private moment when you're lonely
Would slam the door in their face if they dared to show on your doorstep
Waiting for the dust to settle in certain world events before slamming
That door completely shut for good; under lock and key.