We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEIn an endless universe, she needed space.
TONY COBLEI never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
TONY COBLEI liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
TONY COBLEIf there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
TONY COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
TONY COBLEShe’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
TONY COBLELets die. Alone. Like we always do.
TONY COBLELate nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
TONY COBLEShe was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
TONY COBLESometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
TONY COBLEShe’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
TONY COBLESummer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
TONY COBLEI gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
TONY COBLETrue love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
TONY COBLEShe was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
TONY COBLE