Jar of roses

A poem about dried roses kept in a jar.

I have a whole 

Jar of dried roses

On my shelf

Above my bed

I cut a hole 

To let the air slip in 

For it breathe 

Even though 

It's dead 

It's dead

But in my mind

It never lost its colour 

I remember 

It wore a dress

Colours grew deep

In shades of that red

Like the water grew 

Above the ship

Till it eventually 

Sank and rest

But I remember 

For it wore a dress

In red 

In red

Now it's shade

Has brown hue

It crept on the skin

As the water flew

That once a shade

Got stained with all the grey

Had a story to tell

But now it stays

With the colours

Of a fallen autumn leave

Blown away by the wind

Now it stays 

Like the colours of autumn leaves 

As they shed 

They shed 

They shed

Do you ever 

Look at the pretty thing

And wonder what 

It's life was meant?

Adored and grown

Given and forgiven

Between a couples argument 

Just a symbol of love ?

But I know in my heart

That there's more 

Than the words can tell

Yeah I know in my heart

There's so much more 

To be said

Be said

Afterlife 

Wander's it's soul

Through the pages of 

Of my leathered book

But can I really see through 

It's bones

And write about more than

What it's written on?

On the pages

Soaked my inked 

Through all the things 

Deeper than it's known 

For there's so much more for the knowing 

It's forevermore 

I lay in the bed

Climb into my mind 

And linger around the thought 

Why I kept 

The jar of roses 

In its solitary corner

As it flipped a page

And it read

It read

It read ...

Author's Note

Open to any thoughts and tips to improve