Surface Streets

It’s below the surface like an anchor 

Crying under the sea 

Like a dark alley begging for sun light

I’m fine on the outside . 

It’s the power of a smile when it’s raining inside 

You couldn’t ever know 

As it waits in the shadows 

I’m a tree carved with old initials 

Washed away by worn shoe laces and miles . 

I can barely make the message out

As the rainbow reflects new time 

And the hour glass moves her hands 

To applaud me for making all this last 

She said we’re still here 

Let’s make the most of this . 

I can’t look back . 

It’s a disease of the heart 

Blood runs blue . 

Don’t forget that .