While I stretch, I feel my toes through my legs
my fingers through my arms
opening my eyes to see, the out side through the windows a few rays
I see the celling white and blue, and all is good
with pink and yellow rays the day seems just perfect to stay away
I stretch my hand towards you, and as I call
my fingers through my arms
opening my eyes to see, the out side through the windows a few rays
I see the celling white and blue, and all is good
with pink and yellow rays the day seems just perfect to stay away
I stretch my hand towards you, and as I call
my mouth gets dry, my throat is locked
I’m laying down yet my heart still drops
the world stops, I want to scream but there is no air
the tears come out, the room gets dark
I feel a pit, pulling me beneath my feet
I’m laying down yet my heart still drops
the world stops, I want to scream but there is no air
the tears come out, the room gets dark
I feel a pit, pulling me beneath my feet
I want you now I want you here, I want you with me
I want to see you walk in the door
telling me it was all a stupid joke
and for a second, for a split second, I wait the eternity
but there is no you.
I want to see you walk in the door
telling me it was all a stupid joke
and for a second, for a split second, I wait the eternity
but there is no you.
Rosalba Gomez is a resident of The Rio Grande Valley and has been for the majority of her life. She is currently going to college for a teaching degree, her major passion. Art and literature have always felt special to her, to the point of considering herself a dilettante artist. Some of her favorite writers are Edgar Allan Poe for his darkness and Clark Ashton Smith for his almost poetry like imagery throughout his work.
