She Is Genius Than Herself.. Poem by last min

I tot up the calls, i used to be given, and i overluk those days,
I ensure my inbox each day, and uncover a mammoth difference..
After a point over, a woman made my pen vertical through pain,
And its a sort of paintdat upsets u though there is triumph in ur game..

She is excellent, she at rest duplicates the similiar format c used to talk,
Her every intelligences stil cheers me up, her responses r still relaxing..
And here, i am witty enough to find out those errors and cheatings,
And dis thoughtless finding murders me everyday and every seconds of evening..

Its so much simple to find out variations that r taking place each day,
It wounds everywhere, it coerce my inactive tears to wake and jump through cheeks..
A person who even used to share you the tiny alter that took place in the skies,
How d hell, will u dream tonight? its 12am and ur gudnite txt hasnt got a reply....

I m terribly glad to know dat my lovely grl is genius enough to lie me,
I truely admire the system she does to manage the side my side tactics of her..
I act as if i know nothing, and she keeps on taking pleasure in the same detected job..

Actualy, i m silent coz i know dat c is already conscious of my lonlines,
And i m already alert of my love, and the guarantees c made r away of my mind..
I m now waiting d days where c finds herself guilty and feels my unexpresed 4gives,
If not i will surely ask her once for the one who took my raw fruit without shaking the leaves...