It's Not Good Poem by Abdullah Demirdoven

Don't ever, my dear, think it's good
To love and dearly care and look
You'll find her have a heart of wood,
Your poison she'll prepare and cook

An ouch of heart in every pulse
To know just why she plays you false
She also knows it's not your fault
Though, she puts to the wounds some salt

Don't ever, my dear, even think
Why you loved her and then did sink
It's just a fate, and nothing else
That's all to say, no more or less.

Don't ever, my dear, think it's good
so turn the page or close the book