02-10-2006, 12:44 PM
"That is pretty bad..." She fell silent, and looked away, a little uncomfortable. Her tail flicked back and forth, rather worriedly. Her green speckled crimson eyes looked out a window, seeing a sunset. The rain had stopped not too long before. "The 'lucky' ones out in 'the real world' always end up killed."
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!