10-21-2013, 02:06 PM
"I just don't like the silence, to be honest." Diane leaned against a wall, gingerly. "Even in the apartments, we could still hear other people; not clearly, always muffled by the walls."
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!