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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.

Hug Me With Your Words

 Hug Me with Your Words


Hug me with your words—

not the loud ones,

but the ones that tremble at the edge of your breath.

The ones you send

when the world feels too heavy

and all you have is a quiet “I’m here.”


Wrap me in the softness

of sentences left unfinished

because emotions got there first.

Speak to me

like I’m fragile, but whole—

like I’ve been waiting for someone

to see the cracks and still choose to stay.


Let your voice be a shelter,

your thoughts a blanket

woven with truth and tenderness.

No need to hold me,

just say the things

that feel like hands

reaching through the distance.


Because sometimes

the arms we need the most

are hidden

in a message that says,

“Don’t go through this alone.”



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