Sometimes we know what we should do at best,
Given God and time.
Peered pressured to let good go to the rest,
What say of true crime?
Fallibility believed what to do,
Learnt mistakes to know.
Wanting real lives that have all died too true,
They stalk lovers’ foe.
Scarred and scared, broken, wanting to act help,
Egos rise to die.
Called karma to God dying soon to welp,
Lover He loves Fae.
So known we’ve found regrets and lost reasons,
For they Say, “Only friends come in seasons.”