I sacrifice myself.
For this simplicity of love
I make a jab at myself.
Just a girl with a lot of affection to move about
Never know what might come out
Of my heart, my mind, my soul.
Not looking for a Puddin' or Romeo
Not a Don Juan or a Prince Charming.
I'm looking for Honey.
Have you seen him?
He's got the great smile.
He's got this hair that just goes back in waves
As he waves at me in my head.
He's got this body that's not quite dad bod but not body builder.
And he's gorgeous.
Fiction faction a fraction of the time I'm day dreaming about him.
Honey isn't someone I know or anything like that.
He's not some guy I'm infatuated with.
I'm just a little crazy so I made him up.
Honey is my soulmate,
My heartbeat
The one who accompanies me
The one who I'm on this journey for
To find myself and love me more.
Honey is some fancy man that I dreamt up one day, alone.
All I need to be,
Honey, he's looking for me.
Posters stapled.
Have you seen her?
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