12-22-2005, 02:41 PM
Mika walked down the forest path, reading the note again absently. Two dragons were walking beside her; Shimmersky, an Elder of the Dragontribes, and her son, Koilero, the limping one, were conversing about the weather.
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!