A Pointless Poem

Five years and four months

It could have been our sixty-fourth month

The laughter, the sorrow, and the kiss

The bliss that we were having is something I miss

A year and a half have passed

Still, the pain kept on haunting me

So afraid that nothing's going to last

I chose to isolate myself and live in anonymity

I tried to set myself free

Free from the pain and the agony

Things have gone so wrong

I just had to embrace them for so long

Now the memories are starting to fade

Now, I am not afraid

You'll be the "baba" in my heart forever

As I find my new "Happy Ever After"