02-11-2012, 12:45 PM
".." She looked down at the raggy clothes Mom had given her. They were mostly ruined as a result of tests and only weren't bloodstained because of intense cleaning by one of the scientists who'd been one of Zehira's underlings. She was going to miss these clothes but the shirt really was too small. "Um. Okay."
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!