My Heart Isn’t Going To Stop Poem by Mark Heathcote

My heart isn’t going to stop
At any stop sign
That draws my heart aside
Cause I could cry
I am not going to stop
At any place alone
Not when there’s a welcoming
Face to take me home.

I am not going to stop
Till my tyres
My mileage is all burnt-out and gone
And I’m found dead on my throne.
I am not going to stop
So don’t expect me to ever wed
I’m not that kind of man girl
You can ever easily web.

I am not going to stop
Till I’m bald and grey
And when I’m very old
I might let you heal me
Of any ailment you
Might find or see
Honey right now that’s all
I’m willing to say.

Oh this is a fun performance
And I’m sorry for you being with me
I’m a drifting wind
And I’m still all out at sea
Looking for a coast the furthest
From the night
Looking for a harbour a harbour light
Nothing but nothing can put right.
When; you’re drowning in the light.