Where Do Fireflies Go To Die?

My tears used to wake me from a delay unduly prolonged
Your smiles used to hurt me for their beauty my heart dethroned
This love had locked me up and threw away the key
And mile upon mile of wishful thinking pushed you further away from me
I looked into the mirror and found the devil I danced with was me
And the fireflies that once lit our canopy are also no longer free

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poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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