Fireflies and Fairies

You were never mine to hold onto Only in a memory The wind swiftly brings the essence of spring flowers That same smell Your smell I miss the fireflies from my youth I miss so few things Cupid shot and missed Missed one I’ve become a shadow of what I could have been with you…

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