09-14-2012, 06:09 PM
"I don't know; they were pretty bad. The oldest foster kid in the house said their parents had died in a car accident; maybe that's what the dreams were about or something." They made it over to the punch bowl and she ladled out two cups and she took a sip. "...blehhh, this punch is sub-par."
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!