Just some crap! :-)

Poor boy

Not a new story in the store
But just another folkore
A boy, a girl and some fine moments
Is the fuzzy meaning at its core
Not so long ago, were they unfamiliar
Some force dragged them closer
Out of mind was he,
submerged in surreal world
Jingles were his sole company
Till her words filled the void, be that any
Sometimes That was like a hurricane
The rest, as they say, was all pain
All of a sudden there seemed infinite silence
Leaving the poor boy yearn for the effervescence
Nobody knows how the pain leans
Till one sees the dreams vanish, by all means.