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At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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I Hear You in Every Love Song - POEM

I Hear You in Every Love Song

I hear you in every love song,
not in the lyrics, but the quiet between the notes,
where memory lives — soft, uninvited.

The melody brushes against my ribs,
stirs the silence you left behind.
A chord is struck, and I flinch,
not from pain,
but from recognition.

You are the harmony
woven beneath someone else's words,
a voice that once said my name
like it was a secret
you wanted to keep forever.

The radio plays on,
and I am still —
waiting for the refrain that
brings you back
even if just in echoes.

You’re not here,
but you are—
in the way my chest tightens at the sound of longing,
in the tremble of a note held too long.

I don’t sing along anymore.
I listen.
And I remember.
And I miss you.

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