Resurfacing of The Prawn!

You were there and you seemed to care,

To even speak I did not dare.

It used to be the other way round,

Till what I had for you ran aground:

When passion, concern, and smiles abounded;

That yesteryear, when we were still true bonded.

 

I wonder why I dreamt tonight,

Of you and me, holding us tight,

Of when we knew not tears or fright.

H would say the thoughts are residual,

Memories on a different level,

Like the slimy grease beneath black gravel. (Ok, that’s what I would say since I’m a meanie at times…)

Subconscious thought begone at once,

I will soon see the break of dawn,

I will not feel for you, bloody prawn.

And tonight if dreams do come again,

I hope it won’t be of you, my bane.

And if they should ever return the pain,

I might just have to rewire my brain.

My face right now,  while reading this bit of utter idiocy, two weeks after I wrote it. And ‘rewire my brain’?! WTH was I thinking?!! ~Bwekkss!~

Anyway, the past is the past, so here’s to a better tomorrow! Ganbatte-yo! :oD

The Prawn Must Be Brought Down!! A scene from District 9 :P

On a different note, have you guys heard of selective amnesia before? Pretty cool, even if I do say so myself… ;) 
I wonder how one acquires that skill because I am cursed with almost elephant-like memory, at least in non-academic fields!! :P


And I think I overdid the links a bit this time! :)