Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
TONY COBLESometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
TONY COBLEIf there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
TONY COBLEBreak me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLEShe wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
TONY COBLEI wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
TONY COBLEShe’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
TONY COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
TONY COBLEShe was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLEWith her, the world becomes art.
TONY COBLELove lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
TONY COBLEI messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
TONY COBLEFailures often become art. And art can never fail.
TONY COBLEOvercoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
TONY COBLEThis heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
TONY COBLEIn an endless universe, she needed space.
TONY COBLEIt’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
TONY COBLE