"arschloch" poems
Who ever said to you
that we'd
win?
Run, Arschloch.
Beware of fainting spells.
Your puppet hands reach
for my robot face
"I love you" she says,
the words dripping from her mouth.
Stand straight. Speak up.
"Stop it with that writing nonsense!"
You'll do fine, I promise.
I promise.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC
He never got to kiss them
those lips he had vowed to kiss when they met
She had always refused
Even though Lord knows she really wanted to
She had loved him too
It just took years for her to realize it
This is a story of two best friends
Who fall in love in **** Germany
But I'm afraid it's not the ending you expect
No, they do not end up together in the end
They could have- but they didn't
Because an arschloch called ******
Decided that he was better than everyone in this whole ****** world
So this young boy died never knowing the taste of her lips
And she was left behind
To kiss his dead body
And declare her love for him
But it was too Late.
He was gone
And she was alone
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
He had hair the colour of lemons
Beautiful, bright yellow
Jesus, Mary and Joseph
He'd exclaim
Saukerl.
I loved him
Rescuer of books
Jumping into the ice cold water
A kiss, saumensch?
He'd ask
Arschloch.
I love him
A limp body
Dusty, cold, broken
Wake up
Denial; a kiss he couldn't feel
I will always love him
My book saved me
But who would read it now?
Mama.
Papa.
Rudy.
Gone.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 12:26 AM UTC