04-15-2008, 10:42 AM
I love my creative writing class, our teacher acts like a kid and it's not hard to talk to her about stuff. ^__^ Plus, she's fairly lenient about when we turn in our work so long as we actually turn it in. Sooner or later. >_>
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!