With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer left me like an almost lover.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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