We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThis wild heart beats restlessness.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLets breath magic into each other.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN