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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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Healing Part

Healing Part

My heart was waiting for your laughter’s light,
For every beat that echoed soft and true,
For whispered words that warmed the quiet night,
For every tender touch I found in you.

Your eyes were filled with stories left untold,
And mine reflected shadows just the same,
Yet somehow through the silence, calm and bold,
Our wounded souls still called each other’s name.

In every hour — in sunshine or in rain —
Your presence soothed the corners of my soul,
I hope my love could ease a trace of pain,
And make your fractured spirit feel more whole.

Now here alone, surrounded by the night,
I lie awake with memories in my heart,
Though distance dims the world from out of sight,
You live in me — my ever healing part.
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