So, this is my fate
that so much fear create
Who would have guessed
that I be obsessed
with the dreaded past
and what we were.
So, how can you call it karma?
when so pain you have done.
How can you think it's just
and that everything had to be must.
Yet, with the knife you stuck in,
your end will soon begin
So lookin' at the weather,
I turn to look back
to when we were together
and what we lack.
Then come the emotions
and I remember the oceans
that I once, to you cried
and no matter how I tried
our "love" would not revive
So, how is it karma
when I have it so harda?
and although I can love again
that I do not wish to attain
because, how can I ever trust
a race, a being I consider unjust?
So, keep blaming the rain
and ignoring others pain
But with your selfish actions
you'll end up falling,
and I'll watch in satisfaction
as you're sanity hits the railing.
So, how can this not be karma?
When finally over is the drama
your end you have finally met
and now I have a reason to forget.
No more regrets, no more hate
I can finally set my life straight.
Now, that is a just fate. |
Submission Name: Call it Karma
and hope that it helped you to deal with emotions that were troubling you. Writing heals, right?