Back up, restart,
Right after the emotion blacks out.
What was once received?
That put the expectations so high.
Lack of interest,
Lack of action?
What was the driving blow?
Why did the heart feel a wound if the skin never broke?
Confusion and kindness, better friends than killing and curiosity.
It once was thought that it might be,
Thought for good reason.
It once was thought that light could be seen,
Through these eyes of green.
After blue finally turned to brown,
The heart might restart to bleed.
But it seems these thoughts have only given way,
To the weight of missed and mixed messages.