Treasure Island

Yoni Assis

(01/07/1978 / Brooklyn, NY)

Ms. Sad Eyes


Oh, girl, don’t lie
No point in even tryin’
You’re not fooling anyone, especially me
Ms. Sad Eyes

They put you through the wringer
A three-front stinger
I promise it won’t linger
Ms. Sad Eyes

Your hair is wet
Mood of fret
Emotional hornet’s nest
Ms. Sad Eyes

We’ll fight them together
Hearts tethered
It will be weathered
Ms. Sad Eyes

What’s easy ain’t worth fighting for
At least so goes the lore
To survive, we must believe it to our core
Ms. Sad Eyes

But no matter what, Flower Child
Even if our run is brief, know that you were what I sought
And you’ll always be beautiful and pure to me
Ms. Sad Eyes

Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Edited: Sunday, September 15, 2013

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