Dressed but not fully I lay beneath you.

I'm in a cleverly lined coat and swimming with a note.

My telling of sadness for surroundings and places,
I'm a captain in my tearful sea.

Pulsing veins raise the pressure,
with sizeable fee.

I'm happiest when I'm writing my nakedness for you,
here's hoping your brighter than my blue.

Chalked out and mapped out
and bowed out too soon.

Picked me up on that high flying balloon.

Crazed when clothed in flesh eating spiders
that crawl slowly down the neck,
sometimes they make me feel sick.

Happiness is sadness too,
happiness is you feeling brighter than my blue.