Blossoming

We bloom so gracefully like roses in the field

To be left without water! 

Oh, and the empty aching I always feel!

It’s only a simple bother.

But how can you say I went away?

My roots where so deeply planted

I doubt I could have swayed,

Take for granted strayed!

I always dreamed of being blue,

But was cursed a scarlet burn.

You said my true color was never true;

What more could I learn for you?

But you gave me my dream!

And without even realizing!

Clipped my stem,

Left me for dead,

Then asked me why I had turned so blue!

Even a hue, 

Even a shade couldn't bring you back to me.

Even my wilting efforts were just that,

A last try to grow once lost leaves back!

 I’ve grown thorns in their place.