Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNight time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSilent lips speak the deepest truths.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNEvery drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer left me like an almost lover.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer was soaked with you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNights were made for broken hearts.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN