If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of soldiers
shot before
they could return the favor.
If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it the blood
leaking down teenage arms
those that so dearly
want pain to end.
If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of those murdered
whose lives ended
without meaning.
If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of a broken heart
that doesn’t bleed,
but wishes it did.
If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood left unspilled
that lives to let live
and dies only when death takes it
to soak these petals.