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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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All I Want Is The Taste of Your Lips - POEM

All I Want Is the Taste of Your Lips

All I want is the taste of your lips—
not diamonds, not stars, not sun-drenched ships.
Not castles of gold, or a kingdom of fire,
just the quiet burn of your mouth, my desire.

I don’t need promises dressed in disguise,
or poems that shimmer with clever lies.
Give me the truth in a kiss so deep,
where time folds in, and breath dares to sleep.

I’ve wandered through dreams, through silence and flame,
calling your voice without knowing your name.
But every heartbeat returns to this—
the phantom pull of your lingering kiss.

So don’t bring flowers or velvet nights,
just close the space, erase the fights.
All I want—no more, no less—
is the taste of your lips, and a moment’s rest.

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