I SLIPPED UP AGAIN by babsy face

I slipped up again, wrote a note i shouldnt have and stuck it to your door, in closing it was sealed with lust, adoration, and a tug at the heart most could hardly imagine.. was it kept? or discarded like so many other trinkets I've watched get carried away from the shadows.. just a dab of vanilla underneath your name, both our favorite smells, hope you inhale deeply and it brings you home.. home to a bed that patiently waits, to a home you dont even realize you have.. but for now i will write your poems, and when the words cannot find me, i will seek them out, to find the perfect chorus fitting the melody of our hearts as one