Someone I've Never Met

I wish I was someone I’ve never met,

had auburn hair and the longest lashes,

foxy eyes and locks in ringlets,

and thick wide frames that I wear in classes.

You could find me at the coffeeshop,

nose in a book or my pen to paper.

The barista would bring me a little cake pop;

they just couldn’t resist their temptation.

I could ease any room I’d walk into,

calm a storm with my bright smile.

An open heart and a big world view,

no one would bawk at my simple life style.

I’d always know what to say

and what to do and what to think,

be known for my pretty wool coat and beret

and how you once again become aware when i blink.

This girl doesn’t follow trends,

her style simply can’t be copied,

and she always tries to make amends

but who hasn’t ever with her agreed?

She always greets all those she meets

and they’d feel they couldn’t shy away.

Who wouldn’t want to give her treats or sweets,

or be in a second of her day?

This girl, she preaches to a god,

she knows there’s some protector.

I wish I didnt feel it was a fraud

if I walked into a church

or placed my palms together.

If I was her, I’d have an appeal.

Maybe I’d stare in the mirror for hours.

As only me, I want to skip my next meal

for a chance to be closer to her powers.

How I wish I could be that girl that I dream of,

this girl that I’ve never even met.

I see her in people I feel something for,

and nameless faces on the internet.