Moisturising Ain't Enough

Skin hardening.
Cracking to the extent that    
'Hey man I like your style...
Can I show you something for under your eyes?'
Frowns and stares,
More than laughter and care
Free attitude to the highest bidder who pissed me off today.
For no real reason than I've lost that cliché,
The spark in my eye,
The apple
And no butterfly.  

Your heart doesn't harden,
Nor does the blood run thick.
There's a reason though
and the rhyme will be found,
That maybe I'm just wanting
A three worded sound.