Short Losssmile Poems

Butterflies

Trickles slowly down her face.
Under that smile mask your fear.  
Drop by drop you feel this disgrace.
Regretting the end be so near.
Nothing deserved or understood so. 
But one thing learned you have no choice but to go.
Pulling you under the bed of disease. 
You eyelids wither close with such ease.
Fingers unclench the sheets of the bed. 
Millions of butterflies fly from your head. 
Peace now been reached up in the sky. 
I sit here and smile a butterfly passes by.