By Tanushka Bhaumik
When I sit beside my window,
As the moonlight shines the path,
I’d think to go
To your room made of lath,
But that would be a fall from grace,
it would all be worth it
If it meant I could see your face.
The face that drenches me in tears and blood
And leaves me drowning in prayers,
My only saviour would not be the prayers
Rather the sin I commit would be my only heaven.
So let the path light up,
And let me run to you and bleed
Bleed till I can bleed no more,
Be my saviour,
My saviour from this pain from your absence.
By Tanushka Bhaumik
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