I can smell something
It's just so spicy
The smell burns my nose as i breath
I can almost taste it
But it then disappears
I walk around trying to find it
I walk for hours
Sniffing for that spicy smell
Then as the hours turn in to
Days and days turn in to
Weeks and weeks turn in to
Months i find it
I look in a window and see a woman cooking something
I look harder and i see
On the recipe i see the name
The name is Ratatouille and
It's spicy

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Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...