Gingerbread girl

Gingerbread girl.

She smelled like a gingerbread cookie,
That girl, who just passed by.
She didn't really looked like a baker,
But I bet she can make a good apple pie.

I took the trail to a Teddy Bear cave,
Where earth and the ocean hugging each other tight.
But I couldn’t stop thinking of that gingerbread girl,
And I continued to smile
Smile
Smile!!!

I was imagining how her life looks like,
How in the morning she is brushing her brown hair,
But they  always are sticking out in all directions,
And she keep brushing them in despair.

How in the morning she is drinking kombucha,
It’s considered so healthy, that strange tea,
And she is not reading her emails in the cell phone,
But meditate instead and breathing deep.

And then she is working in the coffee house,
Or in the library , straitingout books,
And in the evening she piercing her nose
And meeting up with friends
At the local bar that called “Bubbling brook”.

And not even one soul knows her secret,
She is keeping it really deep inside:
That one day she will meet a wonderful man,
Who will SEE her with his naked eye.

And she will show him a Teddy Bear trail once,
And they will be walking close, side by side
And little flower of young romance
Will grow bigger with every sigh…

I really don’t know her, but every December
When stars are brighter and the weather is mild,
I can’t help, but think of a gingerbread girl,
And I can’t help it, but smile,
Smile,
smile!