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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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We, us, ours

We, Us, Ours

We—two stories crossing lines,
Two separate stars that chose to align,
Not losing self, not losing fire,
But building something higher.

Us—where your breath and mine agree,
Where “you” and “I” become a sea,
No longer islands torn apart,
But one horizon, heart to heart.

Ours—the space no one can claim,
Not borrowed time, not fragile flame,
But roots grown deep in sacred ground,
Where love is chosen, lost, then found.

We, us, ours—not just words we say,
But quiet vows that choose to stay,
A shared becoming, brave and true—
Not me without you…
But me, with you.
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