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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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And I'm waiting - Poem

And I’m Waiting

The night grows still, the stars turn slow,
A silver river begins to glow.
The moon leans close, her light cascading,
I whisper your name—and I’m waiting.

Each breath a tide that ebbs and flows,
Each thought a seed the silence sows.
The clock ticks soft, my heart debating,
Time stands undone—and I’m waiting.

Through shadows deep and dawn’s first flame,
I carry the echo of your name.
Hope is the fire my soul is cradling,
Love never tires—and I’m waiting.
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