08-18-2005, 12:33 PM
Nilly slid down the vines leading to the ground, the wind crisp against her skin. Suddenly, the mysterious bird flew in front of her, knocking her off the vine and plummeting into darkness...
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!