03-27-2008, 06:26 PM
The girl - her last owner had named her Jenny - shifted around, trying to dislodge her tail feathers, before hiding her face in her hands again; she wasn't supremely beautiful, but she had a hawk-like prettiness most bird half-breeds had under the dirt.
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!