Well
it was the broken heart that did it,
she tried to hide it,
but me,
I spied it,
there's a knack to knowing
and
I've always known,
empathy
became a second home to me,

I see the colours fly
auras
do not lie,
they are the eyes that lay
above you.

Meditate
but
we wait
and go on
in a distressed state,

the mind is but the gate,
some are latched.

And broken can be fixed?
not always
because the break's still there
we just repair it
the best way we can.