In love
with His
precious name.
With His
amazing Hands
nothing will
be the same.
I lift my hands
to praise You.
I worship
Your divine glory
for I am brand new.

I'm all alone
In this bright blue sea
That's turning grey in the dark
But I could cope
I used to

But now I can't
I'm alone on the wooden dock
Where boats lie on the sides
With shells and seaweed
Scattered around them

The sand used to feel so warm
Now it's colder than the ice cream
You'd give me and you'd laugh
Your deep gentle laugh
That I missed so dear

" hello poppet! "
You would say as I would hug him
Kiss his wrinkled and rough cheek
I'd hang upside down on my bed
As I wished him goodnight
You would smile and chuckle
On those lonely nights

You'd fly wooden airplanes
In the green parks
You'd throw them so far away
Now I fly alone
No one to turn to
No one to love

Your hair was silver as ice
Your smile wider
Than a child at play
You were a giant
You were so tall and strong
Yet you were so gentle
So kind and loving

You stuck a plaster and kiss
Upon my bleeding knee
And wiped my tears away
And gave me another cornetto
But now I'm still bleeding
And I have tears streaming down
My broken and crumpled face
How could you leave?
Why did you leave?
I love you...

/dʌɪv/
[verb]
(the act of simply jumping straight into someone without considering the effects of it, ​nor understanding who the person really is.)

and you remind me of
the moments,
as i read poetry,
the times where i
dive head first
into the unknown -
drowning myself in the
whirlpool of thoughts
belonging to
someone else and somehow,
relating them all to myself.
its also the
sense of comfort,
when i only focus on the
beauty of the melodies,
overlooking the tenderness
of certain details
as they convey a different meaning,
forgetting to consider
the sadness,
the human
hidden underneath.
its precisely so
that you became my poetry,
the one who had me hooked
with the remix of his dictionary -
the rhyming words that made me forget
to look beyond the facade
​he has written for me to read.