Wanting More.Remember those nights we used to share over the telephone?Wanting More. by Uncensored-Control
I used to sit on the bathroom floor and whisper into the phone, never getting caught
You used to get caught all the time.
I recall that your voice used to be like honey to my ears.
And honey always tastes the sweetest on most days
Most days, I never tasted anything.
We walked home, sharing music and ideas for parties.
You suggested dark and light
Most likely for your moods.
There were bruises on your arms from all the trips and falls you went through.
I asked you if you needed help and you replied with-
"Not from someone like you."
Your eyes were always like a blood orange on Sundays.
You told me it was because you thought God wanted you to be that way
I knew why they were always like that.
Too many times you would say you loved me.
Your face would show that it was true
But your eyes were full of lies.
I can still remember back when you lost your dog.
We searched all day and night for three days, n