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 was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
TONY COBLEA lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
TONY COBLEI liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEI never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
TONY COBLEShe could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
TONY COBLEShe’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
TONY COBLEI messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
TONY COBLEShe’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
TONY COBLEWomen are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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 COBLEIt’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
TONY COBLEAlways falling but not for anything.
TONY COBLEBreak me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLE