A Boy’s Motion Sickness
Alisya Mora
Upon His lonely sea, He blessed me gold
Before had I cut my last twine of hope
This keeps the reach of earth's malicious mold
Less pigeons meet to tease this “foolish dope”
Now I've arrived in bright awakening
Dropping souls' bleak ingredients in love
She hatched the pop rocks that had laid in me
And seeking deep blue joy up from above
But truly is this love that I can feel?
As she sits from afar without this sense
My heart's dull contradiction starts to peel
While wondering if I'm of her presence
A wave knocked off my shades that proved her lies
For she’s reflection through dim feckless eyes.
I have a feeling there are still some mistakes, but I tried :)
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