06-10-2013, 03:07 PM
"After you, princess!" She followed behind, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Carry me, dammit, you're carrying me across a threshold." She giggled.
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!