Each line was the subject line (with original spelling) of a spam email.
Arrangement, (some) punctuation and poem title by TJ Shroat.
When will you call?
Can't call you. Call me.
I dream of you,
Through the night, and all so peaceful and still...
But I was angry in my heart nor hear.
It was dark and cold outside.
Watching sunrise was fun.
We can work it out?
All what you need.
Let's continue conversation.
It's ok, I'll go.
Little I'd ever teach a son but hitting.