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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 Touch You in My Dreams - POEM

I Touch You in My Dreams

I touch you in my dreams
where time forgets to move
and silence wraps around us
like warm breath on skin.

Your face appears softly,
not like a memory
but like a promise the night keeps
for the heart that waits.

Fingers trace the air
between longing and illusion—
I know you aren’t there,
but I reach for you anyway.

In that quiet place,
where sleep makes poets of us all,
I whisper truths
I’m too afraid to speak awake.

You never pull away.
You never fade too fast.
In my dreams,
you stay.
And I touch you
as if touch could save me.


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