roses, brambles (poem)

Put roses on my grave,

Because some day only brambles will cover it.

Carve my true name into the stone,

Lest it be lost

In one last disrespect to the dead.

Tell everybody what I was, who I was,

Whatever I meant to you;

I have always been scared of being forgotten.

Let my ghost haunt you,

She won't be malicious,

I just don't want to be left behind,

Lost in the brambles,

Like I spent most of my life.

Leave roses on my grave,

Beautiful and bloody,

Reminiscent of my life.

They'll decay to pure thorns,

Tough brambles, snagging anything soft,

But I don't mind. 

I'll remember their beauty,

If you remember mine,

Whatever it may have been.