05-24-2006, 05:02 PM
A shadow watched from an alley, dark hair falling around her shoulders. Her green eyes blinked a few times, and she tilted her head to one side. Her naturally browned skin looked almost yellow if she was under a streetlamp - which she wasn't, mind - and her torn white shirt was dirty and graying. She looked at someone at the other end of the dead-end alley, a girl with sunshine-yellow hair and cerulean eyes who was reading by light from a flashlight.
Who were they?
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!