Patio Roses
The roses on my patio are in bloom but I fear they have a dease.
They were hers but shes gone now.
Still they are so beautiful
It's the middle of May but it's still a gloomy day
Cupcake our dog lies in the grass I think she's lonely too.
We don't eat.
The phone always rings in this hotel
but they're only business calls
I remember when
Tommorow is Sunday there'll be vistors
people talking and laughing
We only watch.
I lost something awhile ago here in this place
I want it back
Nothing is right.
I know a girl, we talk on the phone
when I see her it's threw a glass
It's safer that way.
This house was made with stone but it was built in sand
grain by grain it slipped away
I need to heal my roses.
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