Intricate Mistakes

Heart ache is an epiphany of nostalgic pain Lingering courage in the mistakes you preferred An architect of unfiltered decisions, not so sane Why now the tears ricochet off your cheeks, scattered? Remember her? Those lost eyes and mazed smile Warm hugs mend shallow mistakes like holy water Innocent story on a massacre isle Souls are little clays, burned by the most unskilled potter! Woke up to thousand paths, never chose the loudest Mistakes trickling down your conscience is now work Jailed up in imaginary cuffs, failure seemed modest My muse is tipsy on the bar, letting fate smirk But all those intricate mistakes shaped your souvenirs Let everything be lyrical in this little fight of the verses.