09-16-2013, 02:35 PM
Diane backed up a little at first, surprised, but took her place at Hyena's side again. "She's beautiful." She purposely didn't look at the horse's mismatched eyes; the strangeness of them reminded her too much of her family. "How do I choose a horse?"
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!