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1.4k · Apr 2015
red roses and blue violets
lola knight Apr 2015
If roses were red and violets could be blue,
I'd take us away to a place just for two.
You'd see my true colors and all that I felt.
I'd see that you could love me and nobody else.
We'd build ourselves a fortress where we'd run and play.
You'd be mine and I'd be yours 'til our dying day.
Then I wake and realize you were never here.
It's all just my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes...
But now it's only tears
525 · Apr 2015
_Nobody_
lola knight Apr 2015
Last night I stayed up again,
Thinking,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty,
And a bread loaf is not stone.

I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm not wrong;
That nobody,
Yes, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
For alone, all alone,
Nothing seems right or clear,
So nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires,
Who posses money that has no use,
Their wives run round like banshees,
Children sing the blues,
They've got expensive doctors,
With no cure,
For the weight of the stone they hold inside,
But their lucky,
For nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Not alone, all alone,
Nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you can listen closely,
I'll tell you what I know.
Storm clouds are gathering,
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering,
And I can hear the earth moan,
Grab a partner,
Or our end will be sooner,
'Cause not a soul,
Can make it out here all alone.

Not alone, all alone
Yes,
nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.
It's better to be safe than sorry...
476 · May 2015
innocent
lola knight May 2015
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
471 · Apr 2015
love.
lola knight Apr 2015
I loved you more than you will ever know.

— The End —