Sometimes love is not magical.
Sometimes it melts,
just as her skin drips,
just as her heart drips,
just as swift tears keeps running
for days and days.
Seasons passing by.
New windows are being opened to change.
And yet her body is feeling so cold.
Thank God for new flesh and new faces.
We make life so complicated
just by standing in the rain.
Wishing for God to do the work for us.
To please wash away the pain.
But God is not listening.
Nor is he taking a piss.
She is stepping out of herself and
taking at good look at how pathetic, she once felt.
Now aware that love is not magical.
Some times it just melts.
And keep melting till there is nothing left but the rain.