She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine. TONY COBLE HerselfPoemSimplicitySunshine
A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies. TONY COBLE BeautifulHideLyingPeople
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday. TONY COBLE FadeLovePastPoem
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you. TONY COBLE ForgetHeartNightPoetryTryWoundYourself
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home. TONY COBLE HomeMyselfRainShoesTimeWonder
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes. TONY COBLE EyesMyselfRomanceSexStars