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Midnight confessions

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 knock on your heart - POEM

 I knock on your heart, gently, softly, with the quiet hope that my touch might echo within the chambers of your soul.

I stand patiently, listening for signs, for whispers that may slip beneath the door, telling me your heart is home.

In silence, I wait, trusting the warmth I've imagined inside, where walls remember laughter and rooms hold echoes of tenderness.

Each knock, each tap, is a heartbeat, a wish, an unspoken prayer that you'll recognize my voice, though I haven't said a word.

And even if the door remains closed, even if your heart hesitates, I will remain here, at your doorstep, quietly hoping, still knocking, always ready, waiting for the moment you let me in.

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