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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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Let me be your Christmas gift

Let Me Be Your Christmas Gift

Let me be your Christmas gift, wrapped warm and true,
Not tied with silk or glittered through,
But held in hands that know my name,
A quiet light, a gentle flame.

Let me be your Christmas gift, no bow, no price,
Just honest love, no need for dice,
A heartbeat steady, soft and near,
A wish fulfilled, not bought with cheer.

Let me be your Christmas gift, when snow falls slow,
When streets grow still, when candles glow,
I’ll be the song you hum at night,
The missing peace, the homebound light.

So keep me close when bells are sung,
When hope feels new, when days feel young,
For all I am, and all I give—
Let me be your Christmas gift.
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