Skip to main content

Featured

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.
Post a Comment
Read more

Back to the Start - Poem

 Back to the Start

When time has worn our edges thin,
and storms have scattered where we've been,
a whisper calls within the heart,
to gently lead us back to start.

The path we walked, though torn and wide,
still holds the echoes where we cried,
yet love, like rivers, knows its part—
it bends, it flows, back to the start.

In your embrace, the world feels new,
the skies return to softer blue,
the pain dissolves, the shadows part,
and hope is born back at the start.

So take my hand, don’t let it go,
through every high, through every low,
our souls were written, one true art,
forever bound—back to the start.



Email Post

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts