We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe fell in love because we were both summer souls.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNEvery drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThis wild heart beats restlessness.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer was soaked with you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNA lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAutumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN