Curtain Call
"Curtain Call:"
Late night's I stare at the portraits you paint,
Seize the most intense feelings to create,
Getting sick of it who knew, chasing this illusion drew,
So here's a rose, here's a dose of my reality,
Beautifully in a peaceful mind that's curse in every line,
Tears me apart inside,
Invoke my Peers to listen,
Yet they have no time as mine was well spent,
Curtain call the last call for tommorow a new day,
Sorry to the friends I made, clutching this into fifth gear reflecting on the year,
While in the backseat staring at the rearview to think clear,
Here's a rose for I put on the Final Show,
Late night's I stare at the portaits you paint,
Tears me apart knowing the love hate for the poetry you make,
Inhibit restrains self-conscious debates,
Why does it seem like I'm so close to this,
Yet a foot away,
Do you notice or am I blind to this illusion?
I haven't the slightest clue if you're listening through,
Farewell was the beginning of something new,
Dear friends I leave you this final clue,
Remember this save that,
The beginning of chapter twenty two,
Growing sick of it don't wanna make you sad,
Who knew I'll be leaving you this final rose,
For the life you and I once had,
Just hold this final rose;
Curtain call soar absent
Unrecognized expertise
Ability prime
Applauses salut inspire too
Absolutely profound tune.
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2018
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