There’s no such thing
as true love that lasts.
It is pure imagination
and a thing of the past.
There is no such thing
as faithfulness.
Someone new always comes
to fill you with gladness.
There’s no such thing
as forever lovers or friends.
New excitements, new games
then our story soon ends.
There’s no such thing
as fond remembrances.
No looking backs,
no second chances.
There’s no such thing
as hopes, dreams, truths.
The lies and rejections
tell our story is pure folly
and that...
There’s no such thing
as us...
Well, there's no such thing, true.....but there are such things as well though very rare. At least there are two sides, bright and dark, of every thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touchy poem. Seems to have come out from an aggrieved heart. Feelings and emotions are pure, no doubt.