Honey

I am more than the peaks of my breast,

Or the valley between my hips.

Value me for my words of honey, as they are my best;

Catch them as they fall from my lips.

 

My body may be flawed,

And, to you, my looks may not be up to par,

But I'm still worth more even when my self-esteem is sawed.

My mind alone will take farther than a star.

 

Look past my surface.

Yeah, I know I'm not perfect,

But my flaws make me flawless.

So treat me right, you know I deserve it.

 

Look past the vuluptuous curves of video vixens,

My knowledge as intense as Daryl Dixon.

Look past the gyrating hips of sinning sirens.

My words, like sweet honey, will become your addiction.

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