Our Oasis of Love (Arid)
- klubnope
- May 18, 2019
- 2 min read
Updated: Sep 7, 2019
Meno: Viktória Mináriková
Vek: 16 rokov
Téma mesiaca: Vzostup
Májová súťaž: 2. miesto
One step heavier than the other, I drag my feet higher and higher; the need to get a bit farther cancels every different desire.
Dragging my feet in a stupor, oblivious to the numerous dangers; who knew you could be a duper? Are we truly only strangers?
Overwhelmed by the seeming purity;
I never quite knew any better.
Wrapped in a false cloth of security,
I see us in pink, but slightly redder.
Slowly running out of air, it's harder to go on. Desperately needing a break, but having no time to spare, my determination is nearly gone.
My hopeless want for your praise,
for your approval and small flattery
makes me abandon what's left of my grace
and all of my glory becomes time's history.
Caught unaware, I lose my footing suddenly
and am ripped from your gentle hold
as gravity takes a strong hold of me
and in my place now another is caught.
You embrace someone new in my stand:
you pull them closer to your chest,
you brush their hair affectionately with your hand
and they let go without much protest.
They let go as I once did too,
of all their problems and troubles.
In this scene, there is simply nothing new,
no sightings of any possible struggles.
It will come soon, though,
just you wait for it.
You will shortly come to know
the truth about the words once sweet.
Just like me, you will meet your downfall
since you didn't pass the test.
We shall dance together on the Death's Ball,
and maybe that is really for the best.
And again, just like the two of us,
new ones will come searching also.
Looking for a love made of glass
with a light path to follow.
Beware though of the light side,
for the path has its own faults.
In fact, nothing can really be that bright
and dead is the man who the secret hey holds.
They can still try to rise,
go up the rocky mountain.
True, at the end awaits a prize;
an old, dried, loveless fountain.
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