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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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I wish

I Wish

In the soft gray light before the day begins  
when the world is still half-asleep,  
I sit with my hands open and empty  
and let the quiet ache speak.

I wish—  
not for fireworks or grand gestures,  
but for the simple warmth of someone  
who chooses to stay through every ordinary Tuesday.

I wish for eyes that see past the armor I wear,  
for a voice that says my name like it matters,  
for hands that hold my broken pieces  
without trying to fix what isn’t theirs to mend.

I am here, heart still beating,  
wishing only this:  
that one day someone will look at me  
and whisper back, “I wish for you too.”
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