Making Sense of it All

I think I tasted love today
I kissed the sweetness of your lips
U made my tastebuds do flips
Somersalted bitter splits, a sweet and sour eclipse

I think I felt love today
Hard as steel, smooth on my skin
Where the rough ends and soft begins
Thick cottony clouds of love worn thin

I think I heard love today
Beats like bass with treble tones
Acoustic guitars and deep trombones
Make a blues and funk love jones

I think I smelled love today
Wafts of buttery boulangerie delights
Stimulate my appetite
I want to taste and take a bite!

If he or she cannot make you feel like this, most of the time, get further. 

The Tipping Point

Just tip me over and pour me out

I am full and overflowing
With hot lies and deceit
Escaping your mistruths
and actions so indiscreet
What is now spilt and spoiled
Was once so simple and sweet

Just tip me over and pour me out

I want to be set free
No where to turn in haste
I bubble up at the thought
of the dreams you let waste
What we had is dead and gone
Memories have been erased.

Just tip me over and pour me out

My liquid emotions trickle out
You can't drink from this cup
There is nothing left inside
I have been all drunk up.

Just tip me over...

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We all have our tipping points...

Song of the Day: Impossible by Shontelle