The Perfect Girl

My perfect girl will be beautiful
She will have long curly locks as her hair
Her lips will be red, elegant, and simply kissable
I want her to make me laugh so hard, that my lungs shrink
She needs to leave me dazed when she whispers in my ear
She needs to have a perfect, small petite body that I can hold tightly as her protection
I want her to be open minded
Full of positivity, and not have a mind of a self-centered, stuck up, SNOB
I want to feel free around her presence
Look into her eyes, and have my heart filled with stars and butterflies
But, she's not here ...
She's not in this world
She's in my head
I have too many needs and wants
I just can't find her in this real world ...
This judgmental, stereotypical, critical world