Swords and roses

[sweetxivy]

This is a poem called Swords and Roses, but i don't know who the author is... i just liked it lol. enjoy:)

Swords And Roses

At which place
Do we mark the death of a memory
That should have died long ago?

At which place
Do we lay down our blood covered swords
Next to our neatly wilting roses?

In a place that was once so very dark,
In a sea that was ever so shallow,
In a box that was too hollow

My Heart

Has become less of these things
Has learned to make the most
Of bloody swords
And wilted roses

Where those swords
Rusted, and old
Lay among a field
Where those roses
Grow alive and beautiful

Where inner beauty
Meets the power of fate
And life

At this place
We mark the death of a memory
And the birth of anew