I could say it only cost me a dollar and ten cents.
The phone call lasted longer than I anticipated, and I almost ran out of coins to put in the slot.
I got through it.
I expected him to shout, but all I got was silence.
I spent a dollar and ten cents for a voiceless answer.
I was the one to cry and yell out.
I'm not so sure he could hear me when the rain kept hitting me.
The sky poured down tears in the misty autumn night.
There was no shelter to hide from the drops falling down.
I stood there shivering and quickly grew warm when I heard his voice say hello.
The anger poured faster than the water falling from above.
Then I hung up the payphone and walked back home as if nothing had happened,
like I had never met him.
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When talking to a cerain individual is like speaking to a wall. You can scream and shout, but they'll never listen either way, so you hang up the call and feel relieved, thinking it's over and you're never doing this again.
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PoesíaMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
