Damn you my sad lady midnight.

Love is never fair.

Damn you my lonely lady midnight...

I didn't know, we didn't know. We would crash and burn.

You told me. Love had turned ugly, love had turn to blackness.

Please Johnnie, dance with me.

Please kiss me like you love me,

please hold me like you need me.

We found each other after the beer and whiskey kicked in and you told me often.

I want a small affair, gentle kisses and someone to hold my hands.

Make me feel I am beautiful and wanted.

One, two three. One, two, three. We danced in secret places.

We danced nude in cheap motels.

We were stealing kisses, demanding love pain.

And we knew, we couldn't win.

We were liars, we were 3 am dances,

seeking kindness, gentle hands on our skin.

We were just beggars for some kind of love, some kind of attention.

You told me often. When love died.

It died ugly, it becomes a bloody mess.

I told you on a cold winter day.

I loved you.

And you told me. Love is myth and tale.

Love had left me empty and dear Johnnie.

You are clean and I am dirty with sin and hate.

I will teach you how to bleed in the game of love.

We were almost lovers but the heaviness of truth.

kept us apart.

You escaped and was murdered in another city.

I dance alone now sometimes.

I whisper your name and I pray to the night.

My wounded angel had found some kind of peace.

I remember you. I did love you.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Cayote Poetry,
heart felting.
You know, I like the part of the opposite, saying to you, that she is dirty and you clean,
from experience, a gal usually states such, because she feel clean and dirty. And she wants to point it out to opposite. Both dirty and clean. I loved your poem-prose. It is so hard to read, because she said, I want you to learn to hate. And that the sentiments of both were said to be false. But rally, is it? The ending is so grand. Great read. -----Maynard James Keena

[Coyote Poetry]

A true story. A woman with a hard life, bad marriage. She escaped to Sin City, Las Vegas and was killed. Old wise saying. You need to be saved, to be saved. Thank you Maynard for reading and the comment.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Oh, Dear Cayote Poetry, so sad, and upsetting. Sending you a big hug. Hope others around you, support you, and understand you.

[light and ashes]

A painfully beautiful write..
sears the emotions like being burned by a thousand Suns.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you little bubble for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[light and ashes]

welcome, you know how to write something powerful.

[Soren]

Dancing 1,2,3 must have been a waltz.
"We were just beggars for some kind of love, some kind of attention.
You told me often. When love died.
It died ugly, it becomes a bloody mess."
My belief is that love never dies only passion dies. A great write my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You must want love to know her my friend. Thank you Soren for reading and the comment.

[red93]

Fabulous Work Coyote. 'My wounded angel had found some kind of peace' is a great Line. 'It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.' Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You evoke lots of emotion.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[andrew mitchell]

This reads like the beautiful girl in Forrest Gump called Jenny, somewhat troubled, restless, unable to settle down maybe afraid too much from getting hurt no matter the encouragement. Another nice write John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Andrew. Maybe worst than Jenny. She could not escape her misery till death stole her away.

[John the Baptist]

She sounds wounded. For your sake it's probably better that it didn't last.

[Coyote Poetry]

I would agree my friend. Was wrong place and bad timing. Some people are seeking hell and you can't stop them from finding the bad death. Thank you for reading and the comment.