Rough patches are like the rain.
Once in awhile they pour down in sheets.
Other times they sprinkle themselves sporadically.
No matter how they arrive,
dark clouds always clear
and sunshine returns.

You put a halt on progression.

loving you was wrong,
I just learned my lesson.
I understand the blues and
I picked up your depression.
My heads in the clouds
but I know you won’t see heaven.
You are a wolf
in sheep’s clothing
not a blessing in disguise.
No matter how it’s woven
you keep on fabricating lies

I am an addict
in need of saving.
You're my heroine