These are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomengranates and read old history books just for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them.
These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, hey light candels everywhere, and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kinds of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that play old movies in the middle of they day. They watch "breakfast at Tiffanys" or "Rosemarys baby". These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public.
They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot chocolate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire and pretended to be in the North pole. They would water color things they couldnt see, & eat french toast for lunch.
These girls were the kind of girls who always believed in unicorns, they believed in the power of love & dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of fareies and tree houses. In the summer they read Jane Austen and listended to Fleetwood Mac while sipping on cold tomato juice.

They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldnt get too scared. Every sound outside made them jump