Still beatingA Poem by V M SmithSmiles keep the world from stopping. :)I cut myself just now and I’m still bleeding I guess that good, it means My heart’s still beating And now I’m smiling ‘cause My heart’s still beating It’s little things, you know Like how I’m still breathing And sitting here just fine At least one more evening
My body is still working So I smile to myself My heart is usually jerking Like a fish out of water But right now it’s working Maybe I’ll have a daughter Or a son and I’ll see them Off to school every day And hope that when That day comes it will be So far off that no one knows That this smiling is just me Remembering that My heart’s still beating
And I’ll smile to myself When you ask why I’ll say Because my heart’s still beating And you’ll smile back that way Thinking I’m just being me But one day I might tell you Maybe, possibly That one in three will not Be still beating in a year That the doctor said Even with the surgery I’d still just be waiting here Feeling for my heart and making sure It’s still beating Hoping I’ll still be bleeding When I cut myself on accident
That’s why I’m smiling while I can Because this world is so amazing Because you’re so amazing And you’re still here by my side Even though you don’t know That pretty soon I could die I know you think I’m young Even though you called me ancient But is maturity measured By time here or time left?
And so I’ll be here smiling Next to you in my bed Dreaming of children growing up, Picket fences, baking bread Doing laundry, kissing boo-boos Kissing you upon the head As you sleep here so peacefully I’ll just wait by and count beats And beg my heart to let me be Happy a while longer
I’m smiling because My heart’s still beating I love the fact That I’m still bleeding © 2013 V M SmithAuthor's Note
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Added on August 9, 2013 Last Updated on August 9, 2013 Tags: love, cardiopathy, heart, smile AuthorV M SmithORAbouti'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..Writing
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