Mrs. Angeles

Excuse me Mrs. Angeles,
but when you said you saw me,
was it the me I always wanted to be.

When we met
it was love,
you can't deny.
Walking down these mean streets,
you made me feel above
the fray,
and all the rest.
Setting me up
to put true talent to test.

Here's to you,
it's all for you,
for never letting me touch earth
and letting me buy
what you sold
about my worth.

You're not a stranger to beauty,
it walks all over you
on their way out,
rushing to that dark blue.
But you're protected
through past protege's
that speak through symphonies and epiphanies
put up high above my feeble attempts
to reach them.

So although I'm selected
I get there's no sure thing
in life
or on your streets
but your belief in me is new,
happens to be all I got.
Of you I ask one more:
To not letting me settle for the forgot.
I'm outside that bubble
with that lucky few.
So I'm just writing and waiting
until I wake up
and hear from you.