Cerulean - Half Waif

My mood has no form

It sits on my chest heavy and warm

My mood is not an invited guest

Takes over my body and gives me no rest

And you have been patient

Through every storm

Forgive me my baby but what’s one more

How can I make myself uncomfortable

Without getting caught up in the overflow

I’ve been treading quietly, carefully

Not willing to be vulnerable

But isn’t it time

Staring into the deep cerulean

Dreaming myself into oblivion

I could be shedding every skin I’m in

Instead I’m getting heavier

Now isn’t it time

How can I make myself uncomfortable

Without getting caught up in the overflow

I’ve been treading quietly, carefully

Not willing to be vulnerable

But isn’t it time

Staring into the deep cerulean

Dreaming myself into oblivion

I could be shedding every skin I’m in

Instead I’m getting heavier

Now isn’t it time