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Katie Hawkins May 2017
Days pass through nights.
The leaves blows through the wind.
A dream shoots through stars.
A heart beats in a pulse.

The stars gleam in the day,
The heat sways in the night,
The water twists in the desert,
The sweetness of the sugar free cake.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong,
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.

A backward life slips along
The fire burns dull
A tear becomes dry
A dream is empty.

The daughter raises the mother.
The son h teaches the father.
The victim murders the killer.
The page draws on the pencil.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.

Nobody said I had to be perfect.
Nobody  told me to be sane.
Nobody asked me to be the queen.
Nobody taught me to be proper.

Nobody offered me my milk and cookies.
Nobody ever offered me my slice of life.
Nobody ever gave me my money.
Nobody ever gave me my dreams.

I never asked for anything from you.
I never asked for a hug,
A kiss
A story
Love.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It became my obsession.
Personal. More like a song-poem.

— The End —