The Paper Lantern

[Aurelia Courville]

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My once in a lifetime lover.

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The contents of this thread have only been posted here and here (http://www.rpgchat.com/showthread.php?84652-the-paper-lantern). If you have any further questions, comments, or concerns feel free to PM me.

[Aurelia Courville]

1. Goodnight, moon



When the sun comes up, I wont see you anymore
But I’ll always still love you, just the same

Because it’s four am and you still haven’t called
And like the fool I am I believed you when you said
You loved me

Goodnight, moon
When the sun comes up, I’ll close my eyes
And count the hours until I can see you again

Because I think it’s cute that you’re so arrogant
To believe that I will stay
Sweetheart, you must not have met me yet

Goodnight, moon
When the sun comes up, I’ll miss you way too much
And pray way too hard you’ll come back

Because I fall too hard, way too fast
But at least I know when to say goodnight
I’ll let you go, and wish you’d come back

Goodnight, my brilliant moon

[Aurelia Courville]

2. hopeless


She was made of contradictions and hopeless dreams.

When she closed her eyes she could feel the sting of tears swell up behind her eyelids. She wasn’t even sure what she was crying about, but she welcomed the tears. She kept her eyes closed and listened to the mix of sound around her.

Light brown skin showed on crossed legs and arms, complemented by the pink chiffon dress with a crocheted neck line and her dark brown hair curled over her shoulders and tickled the bottom of her chin. Anyone looking at her would have thought the girl was at peace with the world.

People told her she was beautiful, that when she smiled her eyes shined brighter. And yet she found her self alone, always alone. Afraid of opening herself to anyone else, yet longing to find someone who she could do exactly that.

She was the type of girl to fall for any cute and funny boy that showed her the slightest attention. The kind of girl that tried too hard to get what she thought she needed. She trusted people too easily, and then kicked herself every time they left her alone again. She laughed when they laughed, cried when they cried; everything like clockwork, anything to please.

Always the last one in on a joke, never invited to weekend parties. She’d even go to prom alone just to keep pretending that she was one of the strong ones.

But at night, always at night, she would cry her self to sleep, wishing that she was better at this thing called life.

[Aurelia Courville]

3. definition
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[Aurelia Courville]

4. So here I go again



Writing words I’d
Never say
Wanting to pretend
And make the
Pain go away

I don’t know why
I always try
Hoping the next time
I get it right

But is it worth
All the tears that
I have cried
Finding someone to
Love me?

[Aurelia Courville]

5. even still
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[Aurelia Courville]

6. you're not



In love with me
They say boys ever
Only want one thing
I can't say
If this is true
But I know it
Is real for you
I thought
That maybe
Me and You
Could be something
Special
More
Different
Than anything you
Could see on the
TV screen
But that's just me
Over analysing
Over loving
Over caring
About you

[Aurelia Courville]

7. she's that girl



You always see in the photograph, hidden behind everyone else. The only one you could tell, had a painted smile on her face. There was something behind those eyes, a sad sort of something, but strong at the same time. She was strong because she stayed there. She was strong because she didn't run.

A masqurade, behind the mask, she's the only one with a real face. Always dreaming, never sleeping. It's like she's somehow caught in a daze. her real world is the stuff you only see in fairy tales.

She fights like no other, laughs like no other... loves like no other. She's the girl that tries to fit in, when her heart is screaming for her to stand out. She's that girl.

Trust her. Love her. Take her home to momma.

Be her 'Knight in Shinning Armour.' Be her 'Saving Grace.'

It may sound like a lot to give of yourself. There may be other girls out there, prettier, smarter, louder and better. But she's the girl, she's THAT girl, that would make it up to you in the end.

[Aurelia Courville]

8. dreams





I dreamed you up last night, while I was alone in my room. I could feel your hands caress me and holding me tight. Your lips, so soft to the touch that claimed my mouth with a passion that bordered on violence. It was like you always knew you were made for me. It was like you had been waiting for me, for so long, you couldn’t wait another second before you touched me again for the first time.

Our heart beat as one, as you whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I don’t understand your words but I melt at the sound of your voice.

Those gorgeous ever changing coloured eyes; once blue then gray then green then brown. Your scent though, it stayed the same; like a forest somehow. You’re skin, I could see even in the moving shadows created by the moon and my window shades, it was that soft olive, perfectly flawless, just looking at it made me want to touch it. His hair was dark, curly and complimented his skin perfectly. I long to run my fingers through it.

Though he held me so tightly, I never wanted him to let go. I was afraid even the tiniest movement would make him vanish from me completely.

And then all at once you leave me again, whispering you’ll be back soon. And I miss you, in such a visceral way. My heart aches now with pain of your absence. I do not know when I will see you again. His arms snake from around me, trying to wait until the last possible minute before he lets go completely. All I see is the sadness in his eyes.

From where his arms held me, so warm and soft, all I feel now is a cold sort of space there.

Tonight, I want to dream him again, but I’ve never been so lucky in my life to have the same dream twice.

[Aurelia Courville]

9. but you, you changed me




You inspired me to open up my heart
You have shown me that I have something
To give to the world.
Little by little, my confidence grows.

You told me, not to be afraid of things
To walk, with my head held high.
To smile, just because I can.
You told me not to care about the people
That didn’t matter.

One of these days, I’ll have something to give back to you.
I’ll be your light in whatever darkness may come.

Until then, all I can say is…
Thank you for being there for me.

[Aurelia Courville]

10. either why, you’ve fucked me up.





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[Aurelia Courville]

11. I must be dreaming…





Anxiety. You both feel it, you can try to deny it but it’s not going away. Whether you’ve known each other for years or it’s a blind date, nothing is quite like the first date.

She spritzes her perfume on to her neck, and runs her hands through her mussed hair. It’s not perfect, and she leaves unsatisfied, already late. First impressions are key in these matters, or so she’s been told. Lip gloss; check. Outfit; check. She jumps into the taxi cab and away she goes to the restaurant that everyone raved about.

She walks in, all long legs showing under a simple black dress; haltered and accenting all the right curves. She stops as she makes eye contact with him, breath caught and heart over beating. He looks like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. She’s sure he hasn’t been doing anything bad, but, can’t help but smile. And so the nervousness in both of them seems to cease.

Closer now, he stands up, awkward moment to greet each other passes and he pulls out her chair to seat her. He pauses, staring in her eyes with a hint of a smile on his face and he finally sits. This is great, she thinks with a twinkle in her eye. We’ve past the awkward…right? She had hoped she hadn’t thought too quickly.

“So…” and here it started, and promptly began to fall into an easy conversation between the two. He laughed, she snorted—oh god had she really just snorted?—it wasn’t so bad as she thought apparently, he smiled even bigger.

And then came dessert. She made it through the main course with out making a fool of her self, hopefully she could last a bit longer.

“Would you like to share?”

He just had to ask. How lame would she be if she had said no because she wanted the whole flambé brownie sundae for herself? Right, best go with the romantic approach then, “Uh, sure.”

By the end of the meal, she was happy and he was still smiling—that beautiful smile that made his green eyes shine brighter—and perhaps it was the two drinks she had consumed (she had always been a light-weight with the alcohol) or maybe there was MSG in the food, but whatever it was, she was almost certain, she quite possibly, had falling in love.



…life’s never been this good to me.

[Aurelia Courville]

12. happy new year ):




Tonight,
When the clock strikes
twelve
You're the one
I want to kiss.

[Aurelia Courville]

13.and i'll cry to the moon...




If you really loved me, you know one of the many things that would make me happy, is for you to by me that charming little cottage we found somewhere west of Exeter, at the edge of Dartmoor National Park. Do you remember? I told you I loved it’s colour, how the it made me feel like I was the heroine in some Jane Austen novel with it’s cobbled courtyard and unmistakable moss covered stone. I could see myself being married to you there, belly swelled and the glow of motherhood about me as I swept and dusted and a piano playing softly in the background providing our life’s soundtrack.

And then I said I wanted a cow. Randomly, because being there made me remember that time I went to the ranch and touch one for the first time I could actually remember. I know I had before, but I was so young to recall. But this time, I can remember, and it smelled of milk so strong, most of the others didn’t like it, but somehow I didn’t mind. It actually made me crave cereal. And all of that, those old memories from days gone by, they came to me when I stood looking at that cottage. And why not? A lovely cow for a lovely home.

You told me then, it was impractical to live my life in such a way. But I do it anyway, and I will continue to do so, because that is how much I love you. I’m just a fool that way you see, and as much as it’s gotten me into trouble in the past, you’ll see just how much better life can be when you make-believe the bad parts away. And if you really loved me, you’d just sit back and enjoy this ride; it’s so much more fun when you just, let. go.

Believe me, I should know.




…if only if only
title derived from the poem
"If only" from the book Holes

[Aurelia Courville]

14. the game...




I...lost?

[Miss Devil]

.... YOu deserve rep for all of this writting.. I olove you officially Iris. I am moved and inspired by our writting. You put me in awe.

[Aurelia Courville]

an aside
Oh Miss Devil, you are too kind and most loved as well. *wub*

I'm very pleased to see such positive feedback so quickly. :)

[Miss Devil]

Iris. Please your are like amazing! I love the pictures!! I would like beg you to edit me one just so I can be cool! :D I LOVE YOUR WORK IRIS!!!!

[Aurelia Courville]

15. I would not dare to think






I do not claim to know much.
I can scarcely claim dominion
Of knowledge over things I see
Hear, touch and taste nearly every day.
I could not tell you anything of love,
For I have yet to feel its embrace.
Yet I am not bothered by these facts.
I only wish to learn what life can teach me
By living, traveling and talking to those who
would know more than me.

[Aurelia Courville]

16. astrophysical






A rocket to the moon, a star in the sky,
Distant galaxies, in colors no human could name
Far past the reaches of the human mind
Yet so familiar
Let me take you to this place
With just one kiss
Let me take you to this place.

[Aurelia Courville]

17. good dreams




I find myself falling into darkness,
To wake up in your arms.
This is what they must call Heaven!
Your lips, your eyes, your smell, your mind,
They are all my Prize.
I was good wasn't I?
I must have been to deserve You.
But then again maybe not,
For now I open my eyes to find,
It was all just a dream.

[Aurelia Courville]

18. hark! there goes a heart




Behold, My Heart.
Upon a pedestal for all to see.
A golden prize which no human
has yet to hold as their own.
It is not surrounded by glass,
Nor any kind of trap to make you fall,
No, It is there Guarded by only a simple Wall.
One that you might easily break down
if you only cared enough to Try.
But, alas, no one dares try.
And so, there my Heart sits,
Coated with dust a few Inches thick.
For all to see, on a pedestal.

[Aurelia Courville]

19. last dance


The soft glow of the lamps upon black and white linen,
The rose floating slowly through the glass vase,
You watch it all as you sit there,
Waiting, waiting,
For those two shiny black shoes,
To show through the corner of your eyes.
To see a hand reaching out for yours,
To hear those words,
"Shall we dance?"

Then it's you and him,
gliding across the floor,
he spins you,
Once
Twice,
Maybe even a dip or two.
You never knew it could feel like this,
Flying, Flying.
Across a sea of people.
But you can't really see them anymore,
Because you're looking into his eyes
His shiny brown eyes,
And He's lookng at you, with a smile on his face.

You may think you're dreaming but then the song ends.
And he lets you go, still smiling.
And he'll never know,
That he made your night,
A special night,
Just for you.

[Flex]

I love that last poem; it's very... eloquent. ~rofl~ Honestly, you have some GREAT stuff, here.

[Aurelia Courville]

20. informative


You're a simple minded creature
with a good sense of style.

[Lacey]

I do say, I've been reading your stuff and I'm quite addicted. Your voice is just that, yours, and I love it.

Keep writing or there may be a mob that has to be formed.

[Aurelia Courville]

21. i'm addicted to you



I never knew you could be like this.
There's a downside to being with you.
It is a puzzlement.

[Aurelia Courville]

22. Sometimes I love my dreams…


I was addicted to him, completely enraptured by his brown eyes and bronze skin.
He loved me, or so I believed. I could have been a fool, but I didn’t care

—I was happy.

The way he looked at me, his eyes could tell no lies. When he smiled, I smiled.
And it seemed he was always smiling when I was around.

—I was caught in his web.

When he kissed me… it was like being born and dying at the same time.
I wanted him to stop, but I wouldn’t let him go.

—I was devoted to him.


…and when that happens,
I never want to wake up

[Aurelia Courville]

23. this feeling



You make me love you,
More each day.
Your love is like raindrops;
Feeding me.
So I pray,
You'll stay
With me
Forever.

[Aurelia Courville]

24. you know not what you do


She breathed, his aroma filling all her senses. He released her, and all her other other senses came back. She realized where she was--and what she was supposed to be doing. "Hmm... So you should play me a song on that thing." She said, pointing at the guitar he had brought with him as if she had not just been fanticising about doing things that one should not repeat.

"Ok, hold on." he said as he picked up his guitar. "Just let me think of something to play." He strapped it on and placed his hands on it as if he was about to start. He paused for a moment and they both laughed, uncomfortably, although for different reasons.

And then it started, the most amazing sound that ever flowed through her ears. (Ok so it wasn't exactly a 'romantic lovey dovey love song but still.) A smile began to tug at her lips. Sure she loved his smell, his eyes, his lips... ok just about everything about him. But as soon as he played that song she instantly fell in love.

Something about musicians that made her feel all tingly inside. She sighed, this would make things increasingly harder.

[Aurelia Courville]

25. musings


You're going to have to let me fall in love with you at some point.
And at some point I'm going to have to admit that I want to.

[Aurelia Courville]

26. You're just another boy


Who learned to play the game.

[Aurelia Courville]

27. always on my mind




I think there will always be a part of me
That will always love you.
There is something about the way
You were always there;
Even though I’m sure you’d have
Rather been somewhere else.
It’s comforting to look back on those times

[Aurelia Courville]

28. you know...




You were better in my Dreams.

[Aurelia Courville]

29. i'm finding it hard to believe...



That I just let you go.
So easily I let you slip through my fingers.
For all that trying to get you to realize
That I was head over heels in love with you
-(Or some serious like)
All the primping and preening and
acting like an idiot when ever you where around,
That I could just give up after all that with out a fight
It's a mistake I'm only now realizing I made.
Sure I've calculated in all the fantasizing that I did over the year
And how many times I've confused my dreams for reality.
And even after all of that, I still want you
I want YOU.

I keep wondering what it would have been like if I had tried harder,
if you had opened up your eyes even for a second and saw what we could have been.
what kind of delusional poems would I be writing then?

[Aurelia Courville]

30. and i want you to know



This just feels right.

[Aurelia Courville]

31. so here I am



What do you want from me?
I've done everything I can to make you happy.
Because it makes me happy, to be the one to make you smile.
It makes me feel special.
If that makes me selfish, than so be it.
But now it seems like nothing I do is good enough for you.
Well,
What do you want from me?

[Aurelia Courville]

32. Just this once...



I suddenly realize I've been drawn to you for a while now,
But my ways won't let me tell you 'cause I know you'll think me silly.
I am though, I've probably lost my mind.
But would you indulge my 'silly whims' and say you love me?

[Aurelia Courville]

33. And the masks just don't come off




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[Aurelia Courville]

34. Wanted: Answers (pt. o1)



To love someone.
To really love them.

Love so deeply and so completely that there heart is intertwined in yours.
How do you give that up? How do you rationalize and protect yourself?

If the person you’ve fallen in love with won’t talk to you and isn’t considerate enough to think of your feelings, somehow you let them get that close. How do you detach yourself from them?

So what do you do? Are you over reacting? Maybe he does love you; maybe he’s been too busy. But really, shouldn’t he always have time to acknowledge your presence if he really loved you?

So he said you were being over dramatic when you confronted him about it. But honestly don’t you reserve the right to be?

[Aurelia Courville]

35. And I feel like I'm being used again.



She called me, out of the blue, after months of not seeing each other or text or facebook messages. She called me to ask for advice on her relationship with some guy she’d met in that state she moved to after graduation.

Three days of staying up late helping her calm down and drying her tears from across the 4000 miles that separate us. But how could I say no? Every time I want to give up on her, she does something amazingly nice or thoughtful or even just acknowledges my talents at something. So I give her one more shot, because who likes getting rid of friends?

[Aurelia Courville]

36. ?



I've given up
in looking for your love
I'm trying to find
the one inside of me
still i can
remember those days
when we made love
-beat-

I spend my days
lying there for you
my heart wide open
i spend my days
Lying there for you
my heart wide open

[Aurelia Courville]

37. broken bruise




Love
Giving up
This is the last time
That I trust
Lust
Overcome
Believing that
We could be
One
Try to find my way out through you
Pour my heart away just to lose it
Give away the day
And hide away the pain
I can't bruise.

[Aurelia Courville]

38. ishkabibble




The sprinklers are loud, but I can’t shut my window because it has suddenly gotten insanely hot and stuffy tonight.

I want to sleep but I can’t. These boys are playing on my emotions. I want them to stop, but I don’t want them to stop. Something about the false sense of hope for a future.

I don’t know. Everything's so much easier in books and dreams.

[Aurelia Courville]

39.more ishkabibble bull




It’s all just a bit…bittersweet.

And I never understood that word till now. I hate knowing how this feels.


For all the things I never thought I’d do…

loving people that should never, could never, will never, love me back.

That’s the one thing I wish saying never, could have stopped.

[Aurelia Courville]

40. The art of self-deceit




Maybe these things,

Maybe I'm making this up.

Maybe I'm dreaming it all


I need to get out of this place that I'm in.

Just pack a bag and go.

It shouldn't be hard.

I have nothing tying me here.


but...

I'm scared.


I've let myself get wrapped up in dreams and fairy tale endings.

It's all unraveling now.

And I don't like what I see.


I want my naive self back

I want my bliss

[Aurelia Courville]

41. a secret wish...




That sound… it’s putting me to sleep.

I love how even across the distance, it’s as if you’re right there next to me.


“Why did you wake up?”
“I didn’t want to be alone.”
She smiled, soft lips parting just a bit. Then quietly, as if he was a child she was soothing through a storm “I’m right here, silly. Go back to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

To most people, a snore is an annoying sound keeping you from peaceful sleep. But for Mel, she reveled in it, lived for it, couldn’t sleep without it.

It was the difference between being alone and being loved.

Rick wasn’t her boyfriend, far from it. But she’d grown used to falling asleep over the past few weeks with his god-awful animalistic growl of a lion snore, drifting through her speakers at night. The first time she’d heard it, she couldn’t stop giggling at it. It was a surprise, but cute and she secretly wanted more.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, and without her even realizing it; she’d become so used to it. And the one night she hadn’t been able to hear it (because he was away doing real life things), she’d tossed and turned all night.

“God, that’s embarrassing”
“Why?”
“It just… is.”
“I like it. You sound like a baby when you’re tired. It’s kind of cute.”
She could hear the smile in his voice when he responded with something else, attempting to change the subject. He even threatened to get off this time when he was going to sleep. But he didn’t, like always he stayed.

He needed her as much as she needed him.

[Aurelia Courville]

44. ever the fool




I had fallen in love with someone that didn't even care that I was alive; ignored me except when it was convenient for him. And I let him, for no explainable reason, I let him make a fool out of me.

[Aurelia Courville]

45. crossroads







Thoughts
Of love, of time, of pain.
Of things you could never touch outside the confines of your own mind.

I’ve felt it all and it has only sent me down a swirling spiral; a cluster fuck, for lack of a more appropriate term, of intense emotions that I can’t even name. No words to make even the most genius of minds understand.

I’m just a girl who wants nothing but to be loved and for her efforts to not be written off by those who do not understand the delicacy of her world.

But maybe, these are just more feelings that don’t exist beyond my realm. It’s possible that, tomorrow, I’ll wake up and not remember a thing.


Would I be happy then?

To have no memory of a life I so often refute? Or would it be better to remember all the things I thought were so close to imperfect that I even had thoughts of burning them all away.


If I ever had the chance?

No, I suppose I’d better not. They say that in life, the tests are there to prove that you deserve the rewards. So I should wait for them here, at the crossroads.

[Aurelia Courville]

46. Sleep

I never sleep. Not anymore anyways, not really.
Instead, it was an odd mixture of darkness and passing pictures connecting with the puzzle pieces of my past and just a dash of possible, hints (one could say stills) of the future. I was always having moments of deja vu that I could trace back to one of those many nights of restless picture shows.

Clearly to the mind of a person that slept the recommended eight hours of sleep, the idea of someone who never did was ridiculous. 'How do you operate during the day then?' They'd always ask. 'I'm just used to it, I guess.' was the only answer I could supply with a one shouldered shrug.

It was in these dreams that I would unlock the secrets of the world, where love would sometimes find me, and the times it did not, I didn't care so much. There was always something else to occupy my mind.

If I could bottle the ideas I dreamed, the fearlessness I felt; oh, the wonders in the real world I could make for myself. It is within these dreams, I feel like I live. without these dreams, I'd surely die.

[Aurelia Courville]

45. road trip


I want to take a drive somewhere. Calming music and the rush of the wind
Drowning out the rest of the world.
I want to see places all over. Places normal people don't see on the
Day to Day grind.
And I want to do this with you.
You intrigue me, you inspire me, you irritate me
In that way that no one else ever can.

We'll walk the paths that haven't been touched in something like ten years.
Overgrown and underestimated.
We'll talk about whatever comes to mind. Have conversations other people
Are afraid to have.
Because there is no judgment between us.
You listen to me, you're like me, you love me
In that way that no one else ever can.

Let's find some hidden alcove,
A place where know one knows.
It'll be a make-believe home for us,
We'll hide away.

[Alice]

You're amazing. ;--;

[Aurelia Courville]

oh why thank you~
You aren't to bad yourself ;)

[Alice]

Thanks. <3 but no.
How do you do it? Is it hard to be such an awesome person?

[Aurelia Courville]

It's easier online I suppose, I'm not so awesome irl.

[Alice]

No, I'm pretty sure you are.
Anyway, sorry for the comments. This is supposed to be a place for your poems. Keep up the magnificent work. <3

[Aurelia Courville]

45. I'd Imagine so...


If every bruise a carousel, and every scar a rose;
Each hit a prayer to heaven sent,
Turn blood red lines to prose.

If memories were sweet and pure, and wind breaks hard but slow;
Each thought a winged bee takes flight,
Turn time and whispers flow.

The mind a source of logic stands, to fight the evening fade;
To ward off shadows eerie gaze,
The sun to hide the shade.

But don’t forget to listen to, the heart we hide so deep;
Knows just exactly who to love,
To shun and who to keep.

[Aurelia Courville]

46. pause


I used to think I was stronger than this.
Strong enough to take the change and use it for something good.
How often do I take things for granted,
The people...
It's hard to tell what I'm supposed to do.

I used to think Everything happens for a reason.
And while I still hold on to that, it doesn't make me feel better
About the way I've treated some.
I never meant to blame everyone else for my mistakes.
But it's easier when you aren't the cause.

They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
But what if no one else sees?
And they all swear to their core that there is nothing wrong with you.
And even if there was,
Isn't there something wrong in all of us?

I keep trying to make this work.
Try to make it all make sense.
But...
I don't have the answers to the universe,
I don't even have the questions.

[Aurelia Courville]

47. the lightness of love


Sparks that fly beneath the shoe tree night.
In a cell we’ve made for ourselves.
My heart goes out to you,
In a leap of faith

[Aurelia Courville]

48. titles


The script of a lover & the secrets she kept from you.
The rings of rose that reaches & a room with a view.

[Aurelia Courville]

49. lost in the twist



I wanted to tell you something. Something wild and dangerous.
I wanted to make you scream with laughter.

Something to make you drown in tears


I wanted to make myself seem unforgettable.

So I told you a thousand lies, a thousand truths, a thousand crimes

A thousand hopes a thousand dreams a thousand things you'd never seen.
You believed every word I'd said. And I said a great many things.

You believed in all the things in between;

the breaths and pauses
You believed in me.

So I told you a thousand things again and said I had ten thousand more.

Before I knew it, it had turned into a game:
How many things could I tell you

before you could explode,


With the words that I had said
Nothing made sense any more.

Before I knew it, I had lost myself too.

What was real and what was not,


What was you and what was me



What was me and what was you.