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  Dec 2015 Belen Rubio
ylruceiram
I don't really know if this is pain I'm feeling

It felt foreign yet very familiar at the weirdest ways

It almost felt like home

It almost felt like my mother lulling me to sleep

But one thing I only know is that I'm so used to be in pain that I can't even recognize it anymore
IDK WHY  I WROTE THIS.
  Dec 2015 Belen Rubio
Mazen Edlibi
Like a melody penetrating your soul...
Like a water stream cleaning your burdens...
Purifying your spirit from Rainy days...
Let you cry like a child, longing to sleep peacefully...
Like a flute of its own rhythm...
I didn't tell her that!.....
                                         But....
I kept hearing her voice!...
Trying to heal myself and unable to give her the credit...
                                I might be afraid! Afraid of...
Losing the privilege I gave myself without permission...
Not hearing her voice anymore...
                                         I'm sorry.......
                                It is not the voice only!
It is everything in her, even the face... even eyes have their own touch...
                                      Her Voice was the....
                                             Trigger!
When you write about someone and she doesn't know!
That really has another flavor, which can't be understood in words or even can be defined by human terms!
Belen Rubio Dec 2015
When I'm no longer here...
I do not want to see mournful faces
With tears streaming down all your faces.
When I'm no longer here, I dont want to see my loved ones dressed in black and white.
Instead I want to see different colors of variety.
And when you look up at the night sky,
I truly hope you smile, laugh and simply think of me.
Of all the gentleness I had in my tiny little body, of the way I loved to dance to jazz.
The wishes I held dear to my heart, the tunes I always hummed about.
My lovelies.
Know that I loved you.
Each and every one of your precious souls.
And all those small infinite moments.

Today is the day;
And my time with you has come to an end,
thank you for not playing sorrowful music,
with a tiny sad violin.
Because you know as well as I,
That's not for me, at least not today.
So thank you for bringing in a big band, with a sweet riverboat swing.
Now that I have come and gone
Know that I will always be with you, watching over you.
Dancing with you in your hearts always.
I am no longer here,
But thank you for holding your head up high for today.
Be strong my dear!
And just think of me dancing and singing.
Because you and I know that no matter how old my heart and bones,
I never stop jiving.
So I hope you continue to smile for me daily.
And maybe dream a little dream of me.

~b.v.r

— The End —