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"The Midnight Visitor"

Juliette

Juliette

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She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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Juliette said:
She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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korachu divasam mindathirunnittu pinneet samsaarikkan chellumbol aanu paranjariyikkan parayunnathilumappuramulla snehavum, kettu nilkkan pattaatha cheetha vilikalum kittunnathu :las:

Losses cause pain, but waiting turns into memories.❤️​
 
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GameChangeR said:
korachu divasam mindathirunnittu pinneet samsaarikkan chellumbol aanu paranjariyikkan parayunnathilumappuramulla snehavum, kettu nilkkan pattaatha cheetha vilikalum kittunnathu :las:

Losses cause pain, but waiting turns into memories.❤️​
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Time gap alle? Athu kondu oru azhamulla bandham kurakkan pattilla… oru period of time kazhinj samsarikumbo the love and craving just increases...well in most cases!
 
Juliette said:
She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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"As I read, I felt my heart softly echo every word.
Your love paints the pages with warmth, and I find myself living inside your lines.
You don’t just write, you breathe emotions that reach me in silence.
Heartfelt words...
 
Juliette said:
She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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Nice one really
 
Juliette said:
She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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He drifted to sleep,
With the sweetness of her voice warm in his ears,
Her soft giggles still echoing in his memories.

He touched the phone screen as if touching her soft skin
Her open and messy hair being felt on his face,
Her smell like a drug intoxicating him.

Wishing she was in her arms, drifting together to sleep.
But alas both of them sleep hoping and dreaming it will be true one day <3
 
Ihsan said:
He drifted to sleep,
With the sweetness of her voice warm in his ears,
Her soft giggles still echoing in his memories.

He touched the phone screen as if touching her soft skin
Her open and messy hair being felt on his face,
Her smell like a drug intoxicating him.

Wishing she was in her arms, drifting together to sleep.
But alas both of them sleep hoping and dreaming it will be true one day <3
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Ahha...someone is vibing a little too deeply with my poem .:giggle:
 
Juliette said:
She drifted to sleep,
with the glow of his message still warm on her phone,
words she had been waiting for,
resting like a lullaby beside her.

Outside the window,
the night bent down in silence,
slipping into her room not as shadows
but as the boy she loved,
woven from memory and distance,
his touch carrying the constellations of her longing.

He leaned close,
as if to read her dreams,
his breath soft against her cheek,
his fingers curling around hers
like promises she’d always wished to hear aloud.

The lamp stood watch,
with its painted moons and sleepy stars,
but dared not wake her.
Even the light from the screen
seemed to bow to the quiet spell.

Somewhere between reality and dream,
between messages sent and hearts unsaid,
she was held not by absence,
but by him
the one she had been missing,
who came to love her silently in the hush of night...

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the presence of him echoed and hugged her
 
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