Angel

Where is the one, I am,

Searching for, she is,

Down the street in my,

Soul, not at least a metaphor,

Something that i have found,

Randomly something that,

Is awesome and a curse,

At the same time,

From nowhere can i exhale,

For her to like me always,

Busy and prosperous,

A headtrip to follow like,

Nobody else does in this,

Time frame to get away,

With blowing up the state,

Carpet cleaning to the,

Extreme rushing to the phone,

To blurt out whatever comes up,

In the passing lanes,

She is my perfect strange reality,

Open the mouths.