The Scent of Karma Is Knocking On My Door
the scent of karma is knocking on my door
an envelope written in an ink of sloppy hope for chance
what died in december has become faded by february
what wilted in winter is trying saturate in summer
i once saw you as fresh and festive
now i see you as blah and bland
what descended in december has now become fateful by february
what waned in winter is trying to simulate in summer
the smell in reciprocation is melting with rounded roof of my foundation
a note written in a lead of illegible wishes for opportunity
what desimated in december has become fodder in february
what wandered in winter is trying to serenade in summer
the influence of you was once rich in nutrients
now the simple issuance of you is now rotting in replusiveness
the humidity of you used to cool the all of my senses
now the frigidity of you only suffocates the fondest memories of what once was
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