wrote last night~~I couldn't think of a good title haha...

*~I Fail~*

There is no use resisting the stars
Which shine brighter while I'm with you.
Even if I've chosen wrongly again
I have no more power to resist this truth.

Each day we get to meet by chance
Heals a little of the hope I thought had died.
Whether I should be grateful or not,
This smile can't stay hidden, though I have tried.

When I look up at the stars in the sky
I dream of sharing this vision with you.
I resent your clueless control of my mind
But I realize there's nothing else I can do.

I write down what I can't normally express-
I've tried really hard but I can't like you less.

♫~Elaine~♫
     (>_<)

wrote last night~

*~Questions~*

When would it be the right time
To risk breaking again this heart?
How are we supposed to know
When a dream should never start?

How long will it take from now on
Until I can erase my assumptions?
I fail to see how I could be wrong
With my intuitive conclusions.

This foolishness I've been caught in
Can control my emotions so well.
What purpose is there in this delusion,
This illusion, this comical spell?

No matter how fervently I lie to myself
There is no cure for this malady.
All I can do is wait for this death
Each time I fall so foolishly.

♫~Elaine~♫

I wrote one of these last night at about...1:15 and one later on in the day about...3:30ish~

*~My Heart Draws a Dream~*

If I leave my mind unattended
My heart will draw a dream
But it's too hard to act unaffected
When the colours soak through the screen.

My heart draws a dream I can't release.
It remains an elusive image inside.
Sometimes I follow along with the breeze
But instead of an answer I run to hide.

The dream in my heart won't flow through my pen -
Another drawing I cannot complete.
Inspiration may break through if I just pretend -
If I live believing the lie I speak.

You aren't so far away as you seemed.
What is it that brought you into my dream?

*~What I Choose to Believe~*

Even a lie can become the truth
If you believe in it long enough.
This is what I choose to believe.

Rough edges can be sanded and smoothed
Though splinters still poke through my gloves.
This wound is harmless, only skin-deep.

Dreaming was a mistake
No matter how unavoidable.
Feelings can't be faked.
What I felt was undeniable.

If I can believe in it long enough
Even this lie can become the truth.
If I can pick this thorn from my glove
This pain in my heart can be removed.

I choose this truth made up of lies.
This is the way that I must feel~
This is what I choose to believe.

♫~Elaine~♫