08-17-2005, 01:49 PM
Nilly walked down a street, her dark brown hair pulled up into a low ponytail. Some wisps of hair fell in her face. I swear on my parents' graves I will find their murderers before I die myself! she thought, dark gray-gold eyes sharp.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!