I see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer was soaked with you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSilent lips speak the deepest truths.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAugust died but summer lived on with your kiss.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer left me like an almost lover.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNDon’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN