This is not a poem!!!!!
It is a prayer for my son
His belief in his heart is
He can save the World for God
He has just begun
I pray God's spirit does stay in control
He keeps my son truly whole
In my true youth
I had this much soul
I let this sinful world take control
God brought my son
To me to carry on His legacy
I bow at my knees
Pray He takes control and gratifies
My sons soul
My sons mission in Peru
Is to see the lost through
To love ALL mankind
To break barriers
To think in Jesus mind
AMEN

All my leaves are gray
On my branch they told me they'd stay
You told me where to look
And now I see their green faces in a hook
So I cut paper seeds
And from them grew my paper leaves
With a light behind them I'd soon weave
Now I have shadows, but never trees

I am very good at lying to people and choosing when to look guilty
I am good at faking things
I am good at pushing people away
I am good at terrifying people
I am good at over thinking
I am good at making people feel guilty
I am good at staring people down until they feel like their soul is crumbling
I am good at hating people
I am good at holding grudges

It's the girls who love the most who feel the least loved in this world

we are all trying to survive
to escape the hunter

except the predator is our mind
and the prey is our physical being