At Youth camp service the pastor asked all the troubled to pray at the alter,
He called it the alter call.
Dozens of teens stepped forward to pray,
The tears were almost to much for me,
I comforted all who finished,and
whether I knew them or not.
The you walked forward, all eyes on you,
You were the strong one,
You never broke,
What **** has broken you?
You one else and after everyone left, you stayed still praying.
I stayed behind waiting.
when you finally lifted your head your teary eyes met mine.
We hugged for an eternity not speaking,
You left and smiled at your friends, messing around, a flawless mask,
And I believed that lie for the longest time, But now I know you truly.
Only I knew the unbreakable boy has snapped.
And I think I love him.
More of a story then a poem, but I needed someone to see this.