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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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In My Tears - POEM

In My Tears

You’ll find pieces—
of words I never said,
of nights I tried to forget you,
of days I pretended I didn’t miss you.

They carry silence,
but speak everything.

In my tears
are the echoes of your name,
the weight of all the almosts,
the softness of what could’ve been.

They fall quietly,
but inside,
they scream.

Still,
in my tears,
there’s love.
Still,
there’s you.


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