Real Life

Real Life

A Poem by Qavah Simchah

someone catch me
tired of pretending I can fly
need to feel the ground
beneathe my body
the skin around
what makes me bleed
the love around
what makes me
me

© 2014 Qavah Simchah


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Added on August 31, 2014
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Qavah Simchah
Qavah Simchah

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I am a moment person. I love the little moments in life, the things we often take for granted. This is one reason why writing attracts me. Writing wants the moments. Writing demands that you observe t.. more..