Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
TONY COBLELets die. Alone. Like we always do.
TONY COBLEShe could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
TONY COBLEShe was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
TONY COBLEIt’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
TONY COBLEI messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
TONY COBLEHe opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
TONY COBLEShe was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLEAlways falling but not for anything.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLESummer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
TONY COBLEShe’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
TONY COBLEBreak me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
TONY COBLEI liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
TONY COBLEShe’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
TONY COBLELove lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
TONY COBLE