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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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Into Black - Poem


Into Black

I drift into black,
where echoes have no name,
where shadows cradle silence
and the stars forget to burn.

A hush swallows the air,
a weightless fall without an end,
like ink poured over memory,
like night devouring flame.

In the black I lose myself—
no horizon, no return,
only whispers of what was,
only ghosts that ache to stay.

Yet in this endless dark,
I find a fragile spark:
the thought of you—
a lantern trembling,
keeping me from disappearing
completely
into black.
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