It ain't me, it ain't you but us

Ain't a song to sing,
ain't a verse to read.
There's ain't me either;
Its all you in there!

"I found him once.
In a shift of time.
We were teen, I was
seven and he was nine.

We exchanged few things.
I gave him trust,
he gave me faith.
we became friends.

He call me Lil',
I called him Bill.
we created dreams;
Am liv'in it still!

The sun came o'er;
The clouds pass by;
We kept talking
under clear blue sky.

I liked him all,
n' loved his soul.
Yet lived in doubt;
What will it be all?

I swinged my mind,
like a twisted tide.
He tried it hard,
but only fell apart.

With cheeks all wet
and my eyes red.
I told him straight,
that I won't wait.

For he had another
that moved no further.
I learned it none,
he told me all.

I asked him once,
then turned my face.
Thy heart did ached,
I called it fate.

Kept him standing,I
went ahead pretending.
Fool Bill stared, yet
I kept waking.

Never heard him since.
He kept on standing,
when I went pretending
calling it an ending.

Then he came again,
in my last dream.
Smiled his best smile
and said goodbye.

I'm looking for Bill,
since last night
and all of today.
He was lost yesterday."

That's how she paints.
She painted thee;
I be she,she be me;
Living in it forever.