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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 Stand Before You, My Feelings Naked - Poem

 

"I Stand Before You, My Feelings Naked"

I stand before you,
my feelings naked—
no armor, no mask,
just trembling truth.

No perfect words to win your heart,
no poetry rehearsed—
only the rhythm
of a soul that has loved you
in silence
and in storms.

Every wound I carry,
every scar I hide,
I lay them at your feet,
not to burden you—
but to show you
how deeply I've tried
to be brave in your light.

I do not ask to be chosen.
I do not beg to be held.
I only ask that, for a moment,
you see me—not as flawless,
but as real.

This is me—
bare, beating,
beautiful in the ache—
longing not to be understood,
but to be accepted
just as I am.

I stand before you,
my feelings naked—
and if you turn away,
I will still have been honest.
And that,
perhaps,
is its own kind of love.



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