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