The Lock Of The Skyscraper

I am not a tower yet nor a city of gold,
Just a plot of earth with stories untold.
They see the dust, the chaos, the stones,
But miss the empire built in my bones.
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I built walls of silence, a fortress of will,
While the world kept turning, I standed still.
I asked for a hand, not to hold but to build,
But they waited for the wine to be distilled.
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​"I see the skyscraper within the dust you bleed,
I love the architect, not just the deed."
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If you speak these lines before the roof is high,
We shall touch the stars, you and I.
But if you wait 'til the glass reflects the sun,
Know this, my dear, the Architect is done.