10-01-2008, 06:15 PM
A man with dark red hair and tanned skin was sitting outside a bar, finding the atmosphere inside a bit too stuffy, and he lifted his floppy hair from his good eye; the other was blind, pure white, and had a scar from his hairline to halfway down his cheek. His good eye was a dark gold, but it was apparent it was damaged from how he squinted a bit out at the port. His clothes were a simple white longsleeve shirt and brown slacks that were scuffed black with dirt and mud; he'd been tossed out of another bar the night before. "What ship is that you came off of?"
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!