Being a dreamer

A dream to accomplish,

To ask for help, ne'er a fear

To be free like a butterfly dancing high.

A tale old as time, good ones are used

Despite knowing the answer, why invite reasons to be sad?

When it was dark, he didn't stay

Casting the withering flower

For it no longer held the beauty

Her friend told her better,

"He's a spider, you're a butterfly."

Still got attracted towards dew drops on spider web to suffer.

He wasn't that gardener's boy

That he brought a white rose instead of blue

She was warned countlessly

Yet she believed all the lies he spewed.

All this time

Someone was blended in the side,

With a blue rose for a good amount of time

He's waiting for his unrequited love

Mystery forever,

How long will he pluck petals under the star gazed night?

Dream for the butterfly with broken wings

For she can't dance again.

If you didn't get the gardener's boy part, it's based on the blue rose myth.