He’ll never forget the taste of the summer air, the feel of the atmosphere <br />She stood close but not intimate, he knew that once he had been here <br />He didn’t know why he had to even ask, their eyes filled with pain <br /> Her tear fell to the ground as though it contained his name <br /> <br />Her back faced him <br /> <br />The walls closed in <br />He moved forward with one hand on her shoulder in desperation <br /> <br /> Greeted with silence <br /> <br />His forever ended with the sight of tail lights <br />Unanswered phone calls, no goodnights <br /> <br />His soul, his hand, his passenger seat… Empty <br />If he just let the wheel go the hurt would subside, he let the thought tempt thee <br />The end of his eternity was the beginning of an empty heart <br />The beginning of a regretless boy with a new start <br /> <br />One the world had never seen of him <br /> <br />Once chivalrous with their well being before his own <br />Now a boy who keeps them distant to his thrown <br /> <br />A boy who once made love makes lust <br /> <br />No regard for his new commitments he lives for his own <br />His new commitments, naïve, gives him all their trust <br />His frequencies with others remains unknown <br />Frequently <br /> <br />The new boy is a mask worn by the old <br />It is an armor that hides his old wound, and protects him from another pierce of the heart <br />The mask hides the old boy’s shame of the new boys mold<br /><br />Eddie James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-from-a-broken-heart/
