We were sitting in the ballpark,
Watching people run around.
There were many little children
For such a small un spacious town.
Your fingers intertwined with mine,
You probably thought it sweet.
I was numb like my thoughts,
That I never dared to speak.
You were holding onto someone,
That you barely even knew.
Never did you ask my favorite color.
By the way, it's blue.
Your face was like a diamond,
Your eyes pale as a stone.
An inner battle I had begun to fight,
With you I felt alone.
I didn't need a perfect diamond,
When shot at would fall apart.
But a cracked diamond with holes.
To be the other half of his heart.

<3 Rose