Heroin

I had hoped for a miracle

Had hoped for some relief

When we met I thought she was my insulin

She enhanced my long term grief

 

For while a drug looks from outside

It can be tricky never be sure

What looks like insulin from the outside

Can turn out to be heroin 90 % pure

 

For once addicted to

The chemicals and the rush of blood

You almost treat inevitable

Sad droughts and angry floods

Of Misery and Of Tears Respective

As the emotions ebb and flow

Stuck with an addiction thats legal

You wonder where to go.

 

Some relationships are like heroin

Addictive and yet impure

What started oh so seductive

Leads to a deadly lure

 

And my beloved you are my heroin

My salvation and my once promised cure

Some day I will be cured or dead from you

Till then we argue some more