From my first heartbeat
I wanted to see the leaves on the trees
Up close, close enough to smell.
Instead I watch them through
The clouds, from far away.
I guess you can't understand,
Won't understand,
Until you see the trees
Through the clouds
Yourself.
Even then, how can I explain
The lack, the want, the need
To someone who has always
Had, and who
Threw away.
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