09-27-2005, 08:06 AM
Nilly sat against a stalagmite, her hand finding its way to the necklace chain around her neck. Please, work... what's going on? she thought, closing her eyes.
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!