Ooooh boy…

I want a girl that looks like a fairy.  A girl with wispy ashen hair that holds their dreams and futures and hides their delicate ears that contain the whispers of sweet nothings.  A girl with lips like coral and eyes like buttons and a nose of pearls like the ones draped around her neck.  A girl whose complexion, admittedly not the most taken care of, is round and delicate, almost as if i have to remind myself she might break, be careful, because shes so delicate and beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous. A girl with a ballerinas body and birthmarks on her back where her wings shouldve gone.  Someone who wears hydrangeas and hyacinths in her hair and has hundreds and hundreds of hats.  A girl who will hold my hand while she pets my head and wonders about the silly things in life like where do your memories go if you forget them? 

They disappear, dont they?

No, they travel to someone else for them to cherish.  We right now have someone elses memory.  Someone before us was like how we are now and they were kind enough to pass this moment along to us.  For us to remember until we’re old ladies.

Someone who has a look on life that’s different than mine and someone who will put enough money together to jump on a train one day and go wherever it leads us.  A girl whose hands are smaller than mine and a girl whose nails are better kept than mine.  A girl who will hum the melodies I play and a girl who listen to every sour note I produce.

I’m stopping there.  That’s already a lot to ask for for someone like me.