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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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What If We Never Meet - Poem

 

What If We Never Meet

What if we never meet,
and your laughter lives only
in the pages of my imagination—
a sound I have to guess at,
like a melody hummed behind a closed door.

What if your eyes
are just constellations I name from afar,
tracing lines between stars
that never knew they belonged together?

Would I still feel the tremor in my chest
when the wind carries a scent
that might have been yours?
Would the world still taste
a little sweeter in the mornings,
as if it were saving something for us?

Maybe the truth is—
meeting is not the only way
two souls touch.
Maybe you will live inside me
in every word I write,
and I will live in you
in every dream you dare to keep.

And maybe
that will be enough.



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