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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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Wake me up in kisses - POEM

Wake me up in kisses,
not in alarms or hurried words,
but in the quiet language
only your lips know how to speak.

Let your touch be the sun
that melts the last pieces of sleep,
gently pulling me
from dreams I no longer need—
because you're here.

Let morning be slow,
like the way your fingers trace my skin,
telling me I am safe,
I am loved,
I am home.

And if the world outside calls too loud,
silence it with your arms,
and let us stay a little longer
in this tender moment
where only we exist.
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