Art & Poetry
Poetry by Tamyara Brown
Rose was her name. A stranger to many and a dear friend of mine. On the phone she's telling jokes but in her voice I can hear her cries.
Funny girl with the blues. On her face is her signature pretty smile but I can see the petals of her pain falling. She pretends in order to defend her honor that nothings get to her.
When I tell her I can see through her. She stops my concerns with saying, "Girl, I'm fine." After days of not hearing from her. I go to her to find her deceased with a red rose in her hand and a letter adrressed to me. "Dear Friend, I could no longer find a reason to smile." #Art #Tamluvstowrite #rosewashername #fallenpetals
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.