Why are there diamonds in the sky,
Whilst rocks fall to earth?
Why do we taunt ourselves,
Objects we can never birth?
At times, those we admire
Are the ones we hate.
Those diamonds that fell,
And sparkle with regretful fate.
Why must you be so beautiful,
So uniquely out of this earth?
What can I do, to be more like you,
To have your sense of worth?
Maybe diamonds are not meant to fall,
Perhaps they’re too good to be true,
Otherwise, how would the rocks feel?
Perhaps, a little like me and you..