Black tea

Black tea

When the bitterof the black tea is the same as my wave that stands inside me, i'm thinking of HIM.
I'm feeling like i'm standing alone in an old tree .
Every day HE cut a part of my trunk and make a blak tea from it.
The sharpen hand are becomming nearer and nearer.
The branches are my hands, the trunk is ME.
You cut parts of me because you want to feel the bitter flavor of my pain.
I'm dreaming to became a flower for your tea.