Baby, Baby explain please, tell me why you left. Is it because December wasn't your cup of tea? Don't you know when you left you took a part of me with you. You stole away dreams, bedtime fairy tales, and heart felt kisses in the sun.
Baby, baby the 9th day of the 12th month was supposed to be yours.
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very very deep.. i loved the line ''when he kisses my forehead i know he wishes they were your hands'' top to bottom a great write
Very moving Poem. I was moved to tears.