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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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Sleepless nights - Poem

Sleepless nights
are long conversations
with the ceiling,
with the weight of breath,
with questions that don’t want answers.

They stretch
like roads with no destination,
lit only by the flicker
of restless thoughts,
half-formed fears,
and silent regrets.

The world outside sleeps
but your mind won’t,
spinning stories
from fragments of yesterday,
and maybes of tomorrow.

The bed becomes a battlefield—
the sheets too heavy,
the silence too loud,
the clock too cruel.

Sleepless nights
are lonely places,
where even the stars
seem too far
to understand.


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