Author: as i lay fucking dying PM
A very short poem, Schuyler POV. "Cheater," I whisper, pulling back. "My lips ache, missing the contact."Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Romance - Words: 75 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-17-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5448539
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A little poem that I wrote a while ago, in Schuyler's point of view. Should be obvious, but the 'he' is Jack.
Set during Revelations.
Slowly, he leans forward
places a kiss
upon my lips.
Its as sweet as
sugar, yet sour,
because another woman's,
he is. "Cheater," I whisper, pulling
back. My lips ache, missing the
contact. Heartbroken once again,
tears spill down my
cheeks. My true love,
he cannot be.