I knock at your door.

The welcome moth.

The, "Is it cloth?"

Don't curtain me.

Don't stomp me.

See...

Halving it doesn't compare.

Beware...

My world is ripped-

Open to space with people who skipped.

Halving it doesn't compare.

Don't curtain me.

When push comes to shove

Time is warming steered tears

As you famously shoot above

The, "Is it cloth?"

Yes, you'll burn dark too.

Butterflies shoo.

Don't stomp me.

When push comes to shove

I knock at your door.

See...

Beware...

The welcome moth.