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