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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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Next to me

Next to Me

Next to me is where your laughter rests,
Soft as sunlight on a quiet morning,
Where even the simplest moments
Feel like something gently extraordinary.

Next to me, your hand finds mine
Without searching, without doubt,
As if it always knew the way—
As if it always belonged there.

The world can rush, can turn, can change,
But here, beside me, time grows kind,
And every breath feels lighter
Just because you’re near.

If I could choose a place to stay,
Through every season yet to be—
It would be here, always and simply,
With you… next to me.
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