poetry

i used to be able to love,
i used to think there was an above,
i used to beieve in people
i used to think there was good,
i climbed to the highest steeple,
i went through the most dangerous hood,
just to see your face,
the old feelings replaced,
with the hope of the pain releasing,
dispersing, depleting,
i was holding on, trying not to go down,
close your eyes and get on your knees,
and pray and pray to god please,
that this feeling could last one more day,
one more day just to stay happy,
hope by saying the right things that you can keep them forever,
even thought you feel you grip loosening,
saying that you will always be together,
ok that is the end