Sweet & Smokey

Poem by BoyMeetsEvilTae

The sweet smell of a smokey perfume

follows me wherever i go.

Sweet but smokey.

I look over my shoulder, but there is no one there.

I look around, but i see no one.

This perfume follows me everywhere,

but it does not belong to me.

I sit at school with my friends, laughing.

I stop when i smell that sweet but smokey scent.

A friend smiles at me.

She smells of sweet smoke.