Her Heart seems to have a
Mind of it's own, and it's
Wondering places where it
Doesn't belong, thinking
Thoughts it has no right
To entertain.
Day dreaming impossible dreams,
Spending far too much time, in
The realm of fantasy, straying
Farther away from reality, drawn
Like a moth, fascinated by the
Flame.
Silly heart can't see the line,
Drawn in the sand, it's close
To crossing over into heartache
Land, by the time reality sets
In, It's to late for her heart,
To go back home again.
