iN my bAlcoNy

tears... din flow.. just welled...
lips iced dry.
moisture held...

i finally did let go,
when was the last?
2 rounds ago?

am i at my current?
into the seventh,
where lies the heaven?

the diminishing touch,
won't release my yearn.
lusting within the pain with such.

i assure you,
haider.(aDrE)
It is and shall always be true.

a confession to myself