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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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Thank You - Poem

 Thank You

Thank you—
for the quiet presence
when words fell short
and silence felt like shelter.

Thank you—
for the warmth in your eyes
that reminded me
not all lights flicker to fade.

Thank you—
for the gentle truths
spoken like a whisper
but heard like thunder in my heart.

Thank you—
for standing still
when the world spun too fast
and I lost my balance.

Thank you—
not just for what you gave,
but for who you are—
a lighthouse I didn’t know I needed.

Thank you—
for walking beside me
without needing a map
or asking for a destination.

Thank you—
for being a quiet kind of magic
in a loud, uncertain world.



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