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.