The Phone Call

The phone rings, And there is this peculiar sound for that one call, Which I was forced to set, Cos the heart thumps, and sweat glands activate, Sending the chill down my spine, I gulp in air but it just wont go down my throat, It stays in the mouth and then I am forced to send it out, The first word, as sweet as ever, but as scary as it could get, I think no end of myself, brave, bold, smart, I picture myself handling it, Hanging up, cutting down, uttering something, But I give back the sweet word another word, this one sweeter. . And then the dialogues are ones from that of a movie.. A put on, just like how it has been always, So there is no escape whatsoever, and. . I am enjoying this ride much more than all the rides I had, From the time I saw this world!