There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
TONY COBLEThere’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
TONY COBLEWith her, the world becomes art.
TONY COBLESometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
TONY COBLEShe was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLEShe’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
TONY COBLEI gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
TONY COBLEHe opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
TONY COBLEShe’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
TONY COBLEIn an endless universe, she needed space.
TONY COBLEFailures often become art. And art can never fail.
TONY COBLEIf there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
TONY COBLEI’m wrong but I’m real.
TONY COBLEShe wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
TONY COBLEAlways falling but not for anything.
TONY COBLEWe search for meaning. And destroy it.
TONY COBLEI liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
TONY COBLE