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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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Do you Miss Me still? - Poem

 Do You Miss Me Still


Do you miss me still,
when the stars forget to shine,
and silence settles in your room
like the echo of my name?

Do you pause mid-laugh,
as if some part of you
is waiting for a voice
that only I could make bloom?

Do your hands reach out at night
to a space no longer warm,
searching for the shape
of something
that once kept you whole?

I wonder if the rain
reminds you of my tears,
or if the wind
still carries the ghost
of my goodbye.

Do you scroll through memories
like old letters in a drawer,
each one whispering
"I was here—
I was yours"?

I no longer chase the past
but sometimes,
when the moon leans low,
I swear I feel your heartbeat
folded into mine.

So tell me—
do you miss me still,
or did time teach you
how to forget
what never really left?




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