Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
TONY COBLERomance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
TONY COBLEShe was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLEI’m wrong but I’m real.
TONY COBLESometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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 COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
TONY COBLEBreak me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLEShe was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
TONY COBLELate nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
TONY COBLEAlways falling but not for anything.
TONY COBLEShe wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
TONY COBLEI gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEWe search for meaning. And destroy it.
TONY COBLEPoems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
TONY COBLE