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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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If You Could Hear Me Again

 

If You Could Hear Me Again


If you could hear me again, through night’s soft air,
I’d send my voice where broken dreams repair.
Across the silence where our shadows lay,
My heart would find the words it lost that day.


If you could hear me again, in whispered light,
I’d trace your name on every fading night.
In every pause where longing learns to stay,
I’d bloom the hope that sorrow stole away.


If you could hear me again, beyond the rain,
I’d turn each tear into a silver chain.
A bridge of echoes weaving soul to soul,
A vow that even distance can’t control.


If you could hear me again, my distant star,
You’d know your memory lives where memories are.
And every breath I keep, in loss or flame,
Still calls your spirit softly… by your name.



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