Pretty face, don't mean pretty heart.

Just words.

                           

                                      Pretty face, don't mean pretty heart.

She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.

Her eyes were black as coal and her voice sweeter than the Michigan Fall honey.

She told me. "Blind folks need love and kiss. They believe love is forever. The soulmate fantasy leave you lonely, waiting and dead in heart. Don't believe in outer appearance. Pretty does, sometimes is pretty not. Be brave and careless, better to eat life-up without seeking perfect love and perfect kiss. If you want little, you won't be disappointed."

I loved her eyes. Cold and relentless and I loved her tantalizing tender voice. I loved her truthful and honest words.

She told me. "Pretty face, don't mean pretty heart. Sometime women are killers, murderers of love and kindness. They will leave you bloody and dying without a second of regret. Please don't love a cold-hearted woman."

I loved her anyway and I told her. I love you sweet, I love you dirty. I love your honest words and the promises never given. We are seeking the same things. Good song, good dance and the good drink. When we make promises, promises are made to be broken.

She smiled and she laughed at my words. She brought me close and she whispered. "I will break your heart."

I whispered to her. Too late pretty lady. No heart left to break.

                                     Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When your heart has been broken that many times, there is nothing left to break and you will gladly take any sweetness on offer. At least she gave you warning, this beautiful woman knew what she was capable of and you knew that you couldn't be hurt further.

I always enjoy reading you Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. Must be careful. Some people don't want love.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, some have cold hearts and aren't looking for love and romance. Sad really, but we are all different, and each to their own. As long as no one gets hurt, then all is ok.

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

Beautiful writing! The message in it is so true. Thanks for sharing it!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Chris]

The last two lines really spoke aloud...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. Sometimes we fall and we can't get-up.

[Chris]

you have to reach a point where you WANT to get up and move... life as we live it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend.

[Stella Armour]

I was so surprised at the ending of this John, well thought out; a heart broken enough times stops mending and dies until and cannot be broken anymore..

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Stella. Heart can't always be repaired. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Stella Armour]

my pleasure to visit your poems John :)

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This reminds me a film where the line "Promises are made to be broken" was used...
Hmm....indeed al the pretty faces are not meant to be pretty heart...but I liked the thrill you added at last that to in a simple way!😊

[Coyote Poetry]

The lines used often. Old ancient writers of love. Knew the payment of false words. Thank you Tahsin for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[¿]

You're always welcome John!