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Jan 2020 · 105
waiting.
johannah Jan 2020
my heart is filled
to the brim
with
the sweet nothings,
that dance merrily
upon
my tongue.

they yearn for you,
can you see them?
May 2019 · 1.6k
été
johannah May 2019
flowing hair,
crowned with white and
yellow flowers
by boredom now
entangled by the summer breeze
I wear a dress,
and upon my thighs
is a book,
stained with my now drying tears.

my dimples gleam in the bright sun,
my heart as pure and light
as the white dogs tumbling
playfully around me
serenity in my heart,
you on my mind,
this is how it should be.
Apr 2019 · 545
lessons.
johannah Apr 2019
I can be unreasonably passionate
about nothing or something
consisting of
simple touches, small gestures,
even certain words.

but when I began to find
that even the
sweetest looking apples
were almost always sour
everything changed.
being realistic has never been my strength.
Apr 2019 · 557
glimpse
johannah Apr 2019
just a glimpse
into what happy could be
in someone’s arms
is enough to have me floating
for weeks.
the reality is,
what goes up must come down,
and I come down
every time
crashing.
written after my first break up inspired by one of my mother’s poems, she too is a hopeless romantic, I think its hereditary.
Apr 2019 · 342
tour of my <3
johannah Apr 2019
speckled
with contradictions
and hazed silly fictions
it races at brushed
fingertips,
the soft touches of lips
it longs to feel home,
in a world so far
from its own
there’s a fluffy cat
with white paws
that does not yet exist
in my life
and a song playing so softly
like the breeze
of a summer afternoon

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