My Little Butterfly - Poem by Melissa June
Her face is pale, her body's weak, she's slipping away
her breath's are short, her heart beat slower, this might be the day
I never thought it would end like this, so soon i'd have to say goodbye
All I could do is cry as I look at her, and ask god why...
It can't be her time, its far to soon for her to die
Looking down at her as she looks up at me, i wipe my eyes dry
Everything will be ok i tell her, get some shuteye
All that night i stayed up nearby
Until her final hours all that could be heard was my outcry
I know she gave it all she could, she really did try
To stay here with me, she wasn't ready to die
I like to think she's still here, but flying in the sky
Reincarnated she's now my little butterfly.
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