It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
TONY COBLEIt wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
TONY COBLEWe search for meaning. And destroy it.
TONY COBLEI’m wrong but I’m real.
TONY COBLELets die. Alone. Like we always do.
TONY COBLEPoems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
TONY COBLESometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
TONY COBLEShe could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
TONY COBLEShe was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLELate nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
TONY COBLEIn an endless universe, she needed space.
TONY COBLEShe wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
TONY COBLEFailures often become art. And art can never fail.
TONY COBLEShe was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
TONY COBLEI’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
TONY COBLEThere’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
TONY COBLEWith her, the world becomes art.
TONY COBLE