Perfume
this poem shall be about the movie/book
PERFUME.
I personally never read it before and I really want to though.
:D
Its just a first impression, this was made on the spot so not very good.
(and im not pro) D:
ScentedScent, was the only thing that filled his mind
Not his nose, no, no.
It was the smell that captured his heart,
he extracted it with his own hands,
squeezed their hearts
melted it with his
this created the smell of heaven.
The smell of heaven got devoured
because it was his
true identity.
hmmmm,needs improvements.:Dwould work on it.YAY!