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