The Tiny

Sorry

Outside your window, the snow turns to gold,
right here beneath you, Ill never get cold.

Outside your window, the rain never dries.
Close to your doorstep, I cant tell no lies.

Eyelashes cut me away, just like a curtain draws.
Now you can see me for real, thats what Im certain of.

Inside your hallway, Im almost disarmed.
Close to the break in; can I be this calm?

Sorry, you say, I have nothing to lose,
so if you manage to reach me, its you Id like to choose.
Sorry, you say, I feel nothing at all,
but if you manage to reach me, Ill try to catch your fall.

And the snow will turn to gold.