Crimson whispers fall—
clinging, yet the wind insists.
We part like branches.
About the Creator
Brie Boleyn
I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.
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