Maybe its my thoughts wondering close
enough for her to feel me thinking of
those better days.

Its what's inside that attracts her.
Like a shark to bloodied water
or a gentle Moth to a deadly flame.

She knows when my heart goes
weak and my mind is preoccupied
with the visions of her when
we were both at our best.

I was the young fool who
fell head over heels in Love
with all of her.
Even the parts I knew were
bad.

That same beauty who still
finds the time throughout the years
to find her way back.

She stays only long enough to
be missed once she
leaves again for good.