Who's that boy
Whose eyes shine brighter than the stars above me?
Who does he love?
Who has control over his heart?
And who am I to him now,
That we might have driven apart?
In opposite directions,
Torn by silence over time
And the only things I now get from you
Are the feelings I get when I drown into your eyes.
We fight the war of life, itself,
The minutes our souls were born
And the only way to keep from falling down
Is to look it in its eyes and soul.
A/N
Both this one and the previous poem are poems I've had already.