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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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Night reminds me of us

Night Reminds Me of Us

Night reminds me of us,
Of whispered warmth and quiet breath,
Of hearts that spoke without a sound,
Of truths too fragile to confess.

It pulls me back to softer worlds,
Where moonlight traced your gentle face,
Where silence wasn’t empty space,
But something tender, deep, embraced.

Night reminds me how we loved—
Not loud, not wild, but slow and real,
The kind of love that lingers still,
Long after time forgets to feel.

And though the dawn may steal the sky,
And life may scatter what we were,
The night returns—again, again—
To say that us still lives in her.
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