In a perfect world
One could return
To the unmarred and unscarred
For which we yearn
But this world is not perfect
Betrayal’s art
Brands its scars
Upon a heart
In a perfect world
We would forget
And never be haunted
By rage or regret
But this world is not perfect
Though we choose to forgive
Scars are reminders
As long as we live
In a perfect world
Love's souvenirs
Would not be tarnished
Or stained with tears
But this world is not perfect
So we learn to dance
In the arms of hope
And 'second chance'
Janet~
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