Skip to main content

Featured

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.
Post a Comment
Read more

Voice of the falling stars

Voice of the Falling Stars

I heard you in the falling stars,
A silver hush between the scars,
Each wish you never dared to say
Came down in light, then slipped away.

Your voice was soft, a breaking seam,
Between the dark and what we dream,
It called my name through cosmic art,
A lullaby for a tired heart.

I followed sound where silence bends,
Where loss begins and hope still ends,
And there, beneath the burning skies,
I learned how love still softly cries.

So if the night feels vast and far,
And you forget how precious you are,
Listen close—when heavens start,
That voice is love… in falling stars.
Email Post

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts