They can’t be friends
They can’t be lovers
They can only measure ends
They warm thy covers.
They met at a social dating site
Became good friends in no time
From early morning to late good night
They transformed to be each others crime.
Borrowing the stories of the miserable past
Laughter through whining roared as they spoke
And the heavier repentance was saved for the last
Not sure if it was their love or lust that had the smoke.
Sharing the same long cloak each day
Comfort lied in the touch of their skin
Invisible to the hazards caused by their stay
One slit was enough to let adultery in.
Dinners were turned to breakfast often
And a staycation was also destined at times
Their hearts were locked up inside a coffin
Because now their minds tuned to all the signs.
Be it a sneaky lil kiss or a long make out session
His house or hers, a motel and hotel were an option
Without excusing the warmth of his expression
They’d soon see the face of destruction.
Suddenly it hit them that this is not what it is
It’s only much more than sheer lust now
Her heart was just as sad as his
Yet lips were sealed because their tongues did vow.
Knowing the obvious but stating the dumb
They continued to be each other’s romance
Their heart beats Like a madman on the drums,
Thickening as they realising they don’t have a chance.
They can’t be friends
They cannot be lovers
They can only measure ends
They still warm the covers.
-Adelene Coelho