Mosaic friendships,
beautiful when my light draws near,
colorful conversations
sharing a thought or two.
How empty is the depth
when I see
no light within,
they only drew near
as a moth to the flame
showing off their jeweled hues.
Upon closer inspection
it was only painted panes
to hide their sharpened shards...
cutting me
leaving me to bleed,
giving me yet another shade of red
to add to my collection
of empty glass.
© Pyper Rain
