I'd Rather Make Mistakes, Than Nothing At All. [ Single ]

A poem I've written for my mother. Inspired with the title "I'd Rather Make Mistakes, Than Nothing At All" by Mayday Parade- this is what came out on the paper. I hope you enjoy reading it. :-)

Written by: Burke Ian Zizzi

Written for: My loving mother, Mary K.

Composition: April 10 - April 13, 2013

Finalized: April 14 - April 15, 2013

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It's a lost and broken story, all the pieces torn apart;

about two cold and lonely hearts, that take a two way part.

A boy, once gone and wandering, not sure what's next in store;

a mother unsure what to do, as nothing's worked before.

With twisted words, and some unheard, the underlying truths;

were never shown, but left alone, to hide where everything's - unknown.

The story, lost, and only told, with hopes and dreams unwritten;

though if you are, to be so bold, the story's not forgotten.

As tear-drops splash, in sidewalk cracks, a scream becomes an echo;

her sinking tears, and worried fears, rest deep inside her pillow.

The drips of blood, begin to flood, the streets with pain and sorrow;

she falls asleep, in pain to deep, and tries again - tomorrow.

So strangely, though, the story goes, while still today, unfinished;

what's written next, you'll only as guess, as no-one ever knows.

Could it be, the page that turns, and leads to something great;

while taking wild, burning flames, to open one escape?

A gate that once, was never seen, outside of hopes and dreams;

but now in sight, within the light, the gate is shining - golden bright.

The gate that takes, two broken hearts, and mends them close together;

with love and care, that's always there, a challenge, and a dare.

A dare for love, and to repair: the broken and the damaged;

to let it go, with love to show, and fight away: remaining scare.

Though once you start, you can't turn back, we're in together now;

to make things how they 'ought to be, for now... until... forever.