She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
TONY COBLEShe’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
TONY COBLEShe’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
TONY COBLELate nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
TONY COBLEA lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
TONY COBLEPoems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
TONY COBLEIt’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
TONY COBLEI liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
TONY COBLEShe wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
TONY COBLEShe’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
TONY COBLEI’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
TONY COBLEIt wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
TONY COBLEShe was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
TONY COBLEThere’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
TONY COBLEI messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
TONY COBLELove lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLE