Heart Shaped Box

star cross lovers meet
in a dark and drunk street...
they notice each other
and then, without a bother,
she looks the other away...
he´s got nothing to say...
words clough his throat.
she sees her parting boat
on a distant peer,
so distant from his ear
and what he'd like to hear...
"this boat has sailed",
into the night he whaled
no one hearing his cry...
far, far from her thigh
and the warm bosom
in which could blossom
a young but true love...
Still, the migrating dove
does not listen to the call,
and the pain takes his toll
on the fragile and scarred heart
of this love-sick fart...
one more time, once again
over and over again...
Until it´s healed,
and then, again, yield
to this fulfilling feeling
lifting him to the ceiling...
until, once more,
it´s put below the floor.