Is this real
or am I deluding myself
calling you 'love' when you feel nothing for me
I can't play with the hand I've been dealt
feeding my ego with faraway fantasies
do you really love me or is this just dreams?
maybe the reason I haven't told you yet is because
as long as I haven't told you, there's a small
fraction of hope, though failure's tall,
when I tell her that everything she does
is magic, then she'll have to make the call
and I'm not ready to hear it- I'm too far
gone with the wind, whispering these
hopeless aspirations to shoot for the stars
and the stars weren't there to begin with.