Wei Kiat's Blog

Lost love,
is nothing but fleeting memories,
of joy, fun and laughter,
or sorrow, agony and tears.

What was now becomes the past,
who was a dear becomes just a girl,
the lovely hair and its smell,
distanced and floated away.

How and where can I find,
a girl that's as good as her?
Yet is it my fault she's gone?
Or the work of a weak-willed jove?

What's past is past,
what's gone is gone.
I've gained nothing but memories.
Memories so sweet they will stay for life.