The Crime Of Lusts And Fairytales Poem by Jessy Liz

When at once what we have lost, is to say, but a prayer..
Then we must know what we have touched is in a way quite rare.
At which point we'd surely know that what we see is just.
And in an instant it is so- so carry on, we must.
But for once, I must tell you, be love and war quite fair-
And in a way I have seen the consequence of prayer.
Be not true, though it is said..
That love is cruel and in your head,
But as I've seen, so I will tell..
The Crime of Lust and Fairytales.