Musical Love Story On Record Poem by Prakhar Sharma

Here we go, back to the same road

Finding silence in the row and then we roar

Spitting venom, that's all in the store

The storm is tight but thousand miles away is the door

Searching the lights is making me stoop low

I''m sick of these fights, walk away, ... No! !

Our love is like a desert with an Eskimo

Open the window, and feel the glow

This physcho, is still in your dreams

when you reminisce, he overlaps your spleen

you're still his princess, so let's redeem,

the love and quit this evil scheme

he's the sun, with the radioactive beams

you're the plectrum, while the guitar is unseen

his mic spits pun, with esteem

together you are a team

save the saga, before morphine turns into vivarine

The truth is you love him, and he loves you

get outa the vindictiveness, and break the curfew

his chords are blessed, and you're the breakthrough

let the ego distress, saints are there to pursue

the musical love story continues, pretend the 'fullstop' was a voodoo