05-24-2006, 05:45 PM
Miya shook her head. She may have been deaf, but she could read lips.
"She doesn't want help. I've tried, but she just won't." Georgie looked at her sister, sighing. "I just wish I knew what she was thinking."
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!