One Bad Turn. Poem by Justice JiteEda

My heart left to die in cold blood.
My soft-spots eaten up by the acidity of
emotions.
Sweet, fair and pure were my notions,
but subtle you were in your motions.

You proved to be lord,
in a game we never played.
All my cards I gladly laid
and for this now I've dearly paid.

Hard you hit me with the stone
of the fact that there's no innocence,
save in the unborn.
And very hard I felt the blow
of the reality that smiles are deceitful.

Sweet, fair and pure were my
intentions,
but by you I've been tutored;
That sweet, fair and pure intentions
are too nice for this world.

Simply, I've learnt to be hard.
You've taught me never to believe a
smile.
I've learnt never to search for
innocence.

One good turn deserves another,
but I grabbed from your lessons;
One bad turn deserves two others.