Sorry...
Tastes like
sipping orange juice
Just after brushing your teeth.
Something once sweet tastes wrong
And you know it's your fault.
Smells like
Right after it rains
Now that anger's storm is gone,
It no longer blinds you.
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And you Try to start anew.
Sounds like
A child learning to play a violin
Not always pretty or soothing to the ears
But completely earnest
Look's like
A child woken up from a nightmare
Seeking a hug and kiss from mother.
Only love; forgiveness can show her
Everything is going to be alright.
Feels like
A finger pricking a rose
A kind gesture mixed
With guilty pain
But just say "Here,