we're only basic lovers; nothing much, and nothing beyond.
the mornings begin with our eyes opening to faces we would've liked replaced.
the coffee mugs are forever stained and lips routinely latch upon, as if to not let the demons take control.
yet, the demons lurk as we smile and kiss the last night away; waiting to pounce when the opening arrives.
for we are only basic lovers, nothing much, and nothing beyond.
alas, there goes the crack.
the warmth has gone poof, and gone are the smiles and kisses.
we are strangers now, with minds on different voyages, cruising through faults and mistakes the other one uttered.
for we are only basic lovers; nothing much and nothing beyond.
the day needs only to end for those monsters to curl back to sleep and for desire to kick in.
the nights turn over tables and mindsets and we are once again prisoners to our primal emotion.
it isn't more than a routine for us; this delusion of love and this hunger for each other.
for we're only basic lovers,; nothing much and nothing beyond.