Proper Lilies

A Wild Flower.

Loud, boisterous, colorful, and sticking out like a sore thumb.

I am different from the Proper Lilies, who are plain, boring, and oh so quiet.

I long to play, dance, and bask in the morning sun.

I will be single for the rest of my life.

No man would want a Wild Flower for a wife.

Cold days and lonely nights will be my plight.

Live is bitter painfully hopeless, like a festering wound from a serrated knife. 

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Author: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

My name is Inanna Roxanna Arnett. I love writing and I've been told I am good at it. Therefore, I thought this would be the perfect place to start. I mostly write poetry, and my poetry will consist of different topics. All poems and other writings are copyrighted and belong to me. With that said, welcome to my blog. I hope you take away something that will help you with your day to day lives.

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