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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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It's not a goodbye

It’s Not a Goodbye

It’s not a goodbye, just a soft delay,
A folded moment along the way,
Two paths that bend, then intertwine,
Still guided by the same old sign.

We leave no end where love has been,
Only pauses stitched within,
For what is true outlives the night,
And learns new shapes inside the light.

So hold this truth, let fear subside:
No door is closed, no thread is tied,
If hearts still know the reason why,
It’s not a goodbye—it’s just “not now.”
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