R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

My Grip

I always run to you, I sprint so fast.

Because time on earth may not last.

We'll never be certain of tomorrow or the next day

So I want to love you in every way.

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There are some things holding me back.

They torture me in every attack.

Each time our future is something to worry for.

Then our present joy - I can't enjoy anymore.

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Before life or the world ends, I want us to be together.

Nothing really lasts but I want us to make our own forever.

I hope you'll be prompted by the same desire as me.

Does it all now makes sense why I'm always in a hurry?

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I'm holding on, but sometimes my grip is slipping.

Sometimes I want to give up, but still end up resisting.

I'm reminded that you too are a victim of life's afflictions.

Whenever I realize that, I want to fill you with care and affections.

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I always pray for God to lay our future's groundwork and be our firm foundation.

And for us to witness together its long-awaited fruition.

I pray and hope to spend the rest of my life with you.

Do you have the same longing and dream as much as I do?

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Copyright

Star Ashley Cruz

Aug. 12, 2022