06-02-2009, 06:36 AM
The man in the vents had settled down for the night in the large area above the cell blocks; he'd 'borrowed' some sheets and had made a hammock out of them on the ceiling of the vent. He wasn't actually sleeping, more relaxing than anything else.
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!