This is just a short (almost Jate) poem I wrote over the course of two hundred seconds, about Kate. Please review. (It doesn't take long, and I'll take anonymous.) I don't own Lost, etc.
In a perfect world
In a perfect world,
There would be no choice,
There would be no past,
There may be a future,
For the young and the old.
In a perfect world,
She would have no heartache,
She would have no memories,
She could have happiness,
If the truth could be told.
In a perfect world,
She would live real freedom,
She would live with him,
And they wouldn't hate her
...For being cold.
In a perfect world,
There would be sunshine,
There would be delight,
There would be no devil,
To whom her soul was sold.
There is a perfect world,
The people are joyous and free,
But Kate's not in that world,
She's here, burning, repenting,
Watching life unfold.
(In a perfect world,
You'd all review,
I'd love that world,
And you would too. )