08-26-2013, 02:50 PM
Capri exhaled at last as the footsteps walked off, and she sat up, clicking through the pictures. She had to be dreaming, or imagining things. She had to know though, and she peeked through the bushes to see which direction he was going in. Once he was far enough off, she began to follow.
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!