I pulled you from my heart And kept you in my head. A lost, desperate love of history, that isn't dead. Somehow love from sweet madness spread out and the broken heart which cannot be shown, misreadings became confessions, Solemn vows of blood and heart that's torn But in the wind, I send her the unsaid love which she may never find. I wish to booze & bold and speak to her again. Overture me & listen,

the sweet inundate love of me Don't go at the Ferris wheel, love. Stay beside the tree where I carried the whisky Please don't walk on "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" The waves will take you far away from me.

Kshitiz Sikriwal
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