Patio Roses
The roses on the patio are in bloom. they were hers but shes gone now.
They have a disease, but still they are beautiful.
It's the middle of May but it's a gloomy day
Cupcake (our dog) lies in the grass, I think she's lonely too
we don't eat.
The phone always rings but it's never Her
they're only business calls, but I remember when.
Tomorrow is Sunday, friends and families will visit
laughing and talking like families do.
we only watch.
I lost something in this house, I want it back.
it's empty in here, nothing is right.
I know a girl, we talk on the phone,
I see Her through a glass.
it's safe that way.
This house was made of stone;'
But it must have been built in sand.
Grain by grain I guess it slipped away.
I need to heal my roses.
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