Let The World End Another Day...
More time with you is all I need.
In the end there's so much more to it than we can comprehend.
I'll take a bow, search for your hands and somehow grab ahold of them.
I don't have words or sounds for it, there's no thing that I could make.
And if time were to finally cease then what actions could I take?
The only thing that will matter then is the light beneath our skin.
And the body, shape, figure or form of the person that's within.
The things we'll learn and joys to come, grow closer everyday.
No longer searching for an end to it, each night I pray for just one more day.
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We’ve got CATs and Deeres here in Arizona, digging and building everyday til the cities reach the sky. Sky is such a pretty name and blue is such a pretty color, but they don’t really build THAT high and the only thing they build that’s actually blue, are the shiny glass windows sometimes. The scenery’s changing more and more every day, I watch the cinder blocks get stacked and the new roads they pave. Sometimes I wonder where is my place, and if I’m getting anywhere at this pace. Like the world around me, I continue to grow in hopes of one day having something to show. Maybe one day what I build will have shiny blue windows too, or maybe for what I build, there’ll be no name for that hue.
By Brianna Campbell 5 years ago in Poets
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