09-21-2012, 07:52 PM
Eventually, the smell of cooking food woke Miya up and she sat up, stretching her arms. "Mmmm the smell of bacon." She shook Lee's shoulder gently, acutely aware that the house blinds were drawn and so were the shades. It was morning... crap.
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!