She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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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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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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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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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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