My mistakes, My triumphs

[billy]

The heat of the moment leaves burns.
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand my footprints in the sand is very cliche, why not just use 'my footprints'?
In the night I still hear you and it raises hairs
Like nails on a board, a screech ripping the silent air why not just 'silence'? i like the way you freshen up an old simile
If sorry is too late then the moment came too soon
I love you. But love happens to be blind. too cliche.
Can’t you see?
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand
Gone. Washed into the rising tide.
How sweet was your name on the tip of my tongue
The touch of your lips, the chafe of that night
I still count the stars. Searching through the specs for ours.
A fools dream. A dreaming fool.
I love you. I love you.
For what that night was for.
For that night.
Forever more.

i like this a lot but there are a few too many clichés in there. the first half of the poem feels stronger and fresher than the latter part.

thanks for the read.