Victorian Past Life

12th Sept. 2008.
The face in the mirror is mine.

She hold so tighthly to her heart.
The heart-shapped locket given at 8.
She only remember the face inside.
There was no memories only blurred images in her mind.
Why can't she recalled? She scolded herself.
Yet, that's what keeps her going strong.
The strength from within the silver heart.
The little precious object sometimes worth
More than any other things she keep by her bedside.
She learnt to never take things for granted.

One ... day, that locket was opened
By a boy who always teases her
And wanted to know what's inside
Who's photo she wear everyday
It cracked open, show the face
The tiny clock face, just to tell time
There was no picture, only the ticking sound...

She learnt to never take things for granted.
She learnt time fades away quickly.
She learnt to never take things for granted.
She learnt time will never turn back.