Time


It's been so long
that happiness is foreign
I am scared that it all
just a cruel dream.
If it is, I don't ever want to wake up.
My heart is being filled,
like water flowing into a cup.
but still I hesitate to believe,
that a love like this is meant to be,
like the sweet scent of apples ripening
on an old apple tree
the stone walls of my heart
are slowly cracking,
could this be what I've so long been lacking?
Truthfully I cannot know,
and only time will tell me in which direction
it should go.

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