Chrysanthemum from Wildflower by Pyrophoria

Roses are red, violets called blue
I went colorblind after I looked at you
You were a kaleidoscope I fell into
I was a window you couldn't see through

Thought I was a weed, but I'm really a true blue
They were yellow in a garden trampled through
I was the wildest Queen that ever grew
But they looked at me like I missed a cue

If May showers do bring flowers after all
What then brings the flowers in the fall
The spring sadness tried to forestall
The November in me hit a wall

Thought I was a weed, but I'm really a true blue
They were yellow in a garden trampled through
I was the wildest Queen that ever grew
But they looked at me like I missed a cue

I was always beautiful in her eyes
She was a wildflower that lived for blue skies
It had been dark, and she was my sunrise
I was an outcast, and she was likewise
But I felt like I always ruined a surprise
I loved her, but she would not compromise

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