I'm drinking the tea that we used to drink The tea that I'm now drinking with an other The tea that we used to spill close to the sink Every time I'll try to test the tea with someone else But they hate it or acting weridly
I thought I could never take the tea without Him I've wait so long, my tea was completely cold
Easily the Eight tried it, then adore it Now we've drinking and talking about this tea When the water is hot enough I just put the infusion, blood starts to invade the cup Thsi invasion starts in my heart too
Except, the taste isn't the same anymore Now Red is everywhere Nothing tastes like the beginning Even my eyes start to close on Eight's Red flags
This acidic taste start to **** me off I added sugar, more energy But wait... I'm blind, it doesn't taste like tea anymore
The flavours of my first tea with Eight start to reappear The taste of his tongue too The heath of his hands which travel my body
This poem is about the love i have for tea and how i can compare my love life to the fact of drinking tea or spilling it. How people can impact everything around you even the simple act of drinking tea. But at the end of the day its just abt even though you add more energy in your relationship it can ruin it and then it doesn't feel the same anymore