Aftertaste - Nicole Ifurung (2016)

I always loved your eyes.
A sweet chocolate brown,
glinting and round.

They drew me in,
drowned me in their satin stare,
your wavy hair.

You were like a river,
rushing and gushing,
pulling and pushing,
until I couldn't breathe.

Your sweet perfume became sour,
the clock struck the final hour,
an all I wanted was to be free.

I used to love your eyes,
when they were chocolate brown.

When they were sweet, when they drew me in,
because I loved your stare and I loved your hair,
and you loved me.

I looked at your bloodshot eyes, and they faded away.
All you gave my craving love was a bad aftertaste.