Brown as wood,

Eyes of black,

On it's papery wings

It must go back.

Home awaits it

Yet it flies its way

To the fiery flame

That just turns it away.

The heat sears it body-

It blinds it eye

Yet it lingers,

Knowing it will die.

It flutters lightly

It's wings tire

Even as it struggles

To find its flaming pyre.

It could adore the leaves

Or meander in the sky

But it chooses fire

And I wondered why.

Now I know

Because I see it in me

And the friendship I seek

Between you and me.

I am the moth

And you, my flame

Friendship, I sought;

It was death that came.

A/N: I wonder why almost all 'friendships' go this way... The 'flame' never invited the moth, yet it kills itself by going over anyway. I've heard of one sided love, but I guess one sided friendship is just as painful.