06-11-2008, 08:16 PM
Okeam didn't sit down at first, but with a grumble, she picked up a glass of sherry and sat down as well, taking a drink. "Whewww, S, you sure know how to scare the new guy." She cracked a grin.
"It happens." A man stood up from a chair in the shadows, clapping his hands a bit and turning on the last of the lights; it was clearly meant for theatrics. "Well, since most of you are here, we'll get straight to business-"
"One question, S, do you have any port?"
"... dam.n." Okeam slumped in the chair.
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!