Wake Up Poem by Louis Cecile

Wake Up



I wake up and see her

Nonchalantly viewing her beauty

I turn to her

Her eyes barely flitter

Failing to meet mine I gaze and sit there

I kiss her lips know warmth truly

Who is the beauty

I can’t touch her cheek

For her face is woven

The material is weak

How fooled the adolescent

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