Scarred Souvenirs

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~