I am a deck of cards.
Each part of me has a different meaning.
Sometimes, I'm shuffled and get confused.
I struggle to put myself in order.
And other times,
Pieces of me fly everywhere.
And I cant pick myself up, because
My order has shattered.
I need someone.
These cards wont pick up themselves, you know.

Exotic, ******, yet so normal.
And so right.

I only crave the feeling of you.
And somehow I know I'll get it.
Someday.
When we're ready.

Until then, I'll just dream.
Every night. Our souls entwined.
Sharing our fantasies.

All because I love the fire
You feed me.

mymindiscompletelyblankbutmyimaginationisfullofideas

Knowing and thinking are two different things.

I didn't think I should love you.
I knew.

It was all intuition.
A vision of what it would be like to be happy for once.
And logic played no part.

Lets see how skilled you are as a poet. Comment ONE word that means something to you along with an explanation. That one word will then be the title of a new poem and the explanation being the subject. Does anyone want to try? I will.

Intuition. Following logic in most circumstances is not really my thing. I seem to follow my instinct and do what the energy around me guides me to do.
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As the sun shines through the leaves,
The colors brighten.

But if it attempts to shine through us,
We are left blackened and hollow.
The light is behind
And we are walking away.

Or maybe leaving the darkness behind.
Emerging from our silhouette to show
Our true colors.