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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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In Your Arms - Poem

In Your Arms

In your arms, the world falls quiet,
its noise softened by your breath—
time no longer runs ahead,
but lingers, warm and slow,
as if it, too, wants to stay.

In your arms, I find the pieces
of myself I didn’t know were lost—
the steady beat of your heart
teaches mine how to believe again,
without fear, without doubt.

In your arms, storms become lullabies,
and silence becomes a song.
There is no need for words
when your embrace says everything
I ever needed to hear.

And if all I ever have is this—
this moment, this safety,
this love wrapped around me—
then I have already touched forever.
Because home, my love, is in your arms.

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