The Trick Poem by Tevin Giles

The Trick

Rating: 5.0


Anesthesia runs hot through my veins.

Music plays subtly.

I am hypnotized.

I do not fear.

I cannot feel but tender things.

I am away.

Shaken inside, my mind creates.

I want to see you cry, cry for me.

Prove to me you're human.

I know you want me.

I feel you, past and future.

Bring me here, totally present with you as one.

Cry me near.

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