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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.

One last dance

One Last Dance

One last dance before we part,
Your hand in mine, your trembling heart,
The music soft, the lights grown dim,
A fading world at heaven’s rim.

One last dance while time stands still,
Before the night bends to its will,
Before goodbye steals breath and chance—
Hold close to me in this last dance.

One last dance with whispered grace,
Tears hidden in a half-lit face,
Two souls that knew and tried their best,
Still learning how to lay to rest.

One last dance—then let us go,
Wherever new tomorrows flow,
But know that even in distance vast,
My heart will mourn that final dance.

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