None of them

They are beautiful, and fashionable,

They speak well - sober, drunk-dance on tables,

They wear the kinda clothes I like,

and talk the sort of stuff that could inspire,

... but none of them are you.

They are all polite and graceful,

But I wouldnt wait on them to light my mood,

I wont care if they are one or 22,

cuz none of them are you.

You are 23 girls in one,

you kept each in your pocket as you blew candles making wishes every year,

I wonder what those wishes were, 

To be skinny, pretty, Or of material gains or happiness, 

You are gloomy one minute like you might break down
and then crack jokes in wavelength only I can decipher,
and I could see 20 blondes, but only your golden hair'll shine brighter,
Cuz I know u stole the daylight from the Sun every time it rained,
and hid 'em in your make-up box n ogled at the clouds so grey.
& then would predict when it shall rain,
Well! Meteorologists could do it too, 
and way better... but none of them are you.

I kept my hand on your arm last night thinking of what'd I do when you'd leave,

and these are only 3 days,

3 days are too less,

I have been gone longer.

I have friends, nice people.

They are like my siblings,

and I love them and they love me

...but none of them are you
none of them could ever be you.