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Poem inspiration has struck! Nameless for now…or maybe I'll call it Delusions.

Isn't it nice to be this way?
Isn't it nice to know I'm here?
I wish I felt that way.

Isn't it nice to hold me like this?
Isn't it nice to understand?
I wish you felt that way.

Wouldn't it be great to hear your words like snow, falling on me so slowly?
Wouldn't it be great to know you felt passion, burning like the fire I feel inside?
It's only a dream, though.

Wouldn't it be great to see that our love was magic to your ears?
Wouldn't it be great to strengthen our love every day?
It's only a fantasy, though.

Did I delude myself, thinking this could make me happy?
Did I delude myself, hoping it would come to life, distance aside?
Did I delude myself, wishing for you?

I suppose feeling is nothing for you.
I suppose dreaming is only a waste of my time.
I suppose fantasies belong in fairy tales.
Wishes don't come true.
Even the wish maker can't grant my wishes for her.

Whatever I deluded myself with, I certainly deluded myself with this idea of happiness this way. It's a rant poem, I guess, by the end.

I'm getting fed up with my only fan of my poetry not commenting. She's going to be burned at the stake if she doesn't hurry up with THIS one, at least.