Missing Carriage Poem by Pretty Brown Eyes

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.

I would've gladly let you be Apollo or Aretimis. I know you'd be more like your daddy who watches over the sun plays in the light. But you chose to take the role of Erebus or to portray that sorrowful Nyx. And even though I may rule the night and watch over the moon with its diamond stars. I can't hold the darkness and shadows.

Baby, baby I couldn't hold you.

And I still dream of you and still fall in love with your smile. And everyday you leaving doesn't break my heart so much even though I'll never get over the way you felt. Then I wake up and remember that I never knew your name just 7 weeks of answer prayers and plans.

I know he misses you too, even if he doesn't breathe it in front of me. He curses Hades with every puff of his cigarette. I hear it in his voice when he says that shattering 'M' word.

Baby, baby, not the carriage we imagined holding.

When he kisses my forehead I know he wishes they were your hands. Everytime he says my name he's praying to you. But how could you hear him you're somewhere laying in April flowers when I promised you December snow.

Baby, baby you could've finished what I started in him.

Now that I have yet another muse I have no need for. Another shot in the heart, just another phase of the moon causing another wave in the ocean. Another reason for me to curse the Moirae.