question of innocent

not the sweetest
not the brightest
so why did you go
for the beauty
for the rituals
for the lack
for the chance
for the youth
it was a mountain
don’t blame u i blame me
so many years here
the noise the grey
the exquisite grey
i am so in luv with the exquisite grey
i climbed stairs
viewed a room of my own
can they take it away
no it all stays
so close
my fear
brought me to u
u should have been nicer
u should have been

tiny perfect