We met at a bar
We flirted alot
Like we've known for so long
But all is for naught

We've texted for days
Attentions are caught
We're loving each moment
But all is for naught

We hated the world
And battles are fought
While we kiss and makeup
But all is for naught

We swore in our hearts
Invoked what we've brought
That a Promise of Paris
But all is for naught

As the days passed by
I never have thought
You betrayed our love
Is it all for naught?

You took me for granted
As you left me to rot
The promise is broken
Is it still for naught?

She's a witch in disguise
With a sinister plot
To break all mens heart
It shall forever be naught

when the story ended before it's beginning
there wasn't any trace of anything
even on the event horizon
the creator didn't have any chance,
to make up anything
on the drawing board of his being
couldn't sense what was meant of him
the plot hasn't sprouted anywhere
in the vast field of thought fertile
so no need ever did arise to forget anything
there wasn't any apparition of  good or evil, love or hate,
that'd  appear on earth, fire, air, space or water; not even nothing.