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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 May not Touch You... - Poem

I May Not Touch You, But I Can Feel Your Heart

I may not hold your hand in mine,
nor trace the lines that shape your face,
but in the hush between each word,
your heartbeat finds its quiet place.

I feel it in the morning light,
soft pulses through the sky so blue,
in every breeze that brushes past,
there is a part that leads to you.

Though miles may stretch and silence grow,
and fingers never intertwine,
your soul still knocks upon my own,
and whispers, “Love, you’re always mine.”

So even if I cannot touch
the warmth that lives within your skin,
I feel your heart — so full, so near —
as if I’m standing deep within.
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