Glenda Soto-Gomez


I think and The Thinker


Living in the moment,

Said my higher self.

But The thinker clearly mentioned,

It is your name that I love here.


While I wait for the eternity

Enclosed in our hearts.

I clothe my strength

With your will.


Although I don’t wear makeup,

It’s our skin my favorite color.

I may cry but I tame myself,

Love is not enough.


The thinker thinks it is what it is,

And I think neither is a shot of tequila.

But he is sad and can’t have enough

Of love.


I think and The thinker,

Starting from letters and thoughts.

Oh, there you go,

There’s a walk for the doors of pain.


One that you know,

And the one I feel.

I think and The thinker,

Imagining love in the middle of the awakening.


Baby, please;

Puzzles of a broken heart.

I think and The thinker,

Souls to embodiment, we are a natural touch


The one that you like,

The one that I feel.

Because that’s what it is, a human and a soul,

Falling in love and dying to feel the touch of another being.


Glenda Soto-Gomez



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