I see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNToday, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAutumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe fell in love because we were both summer souls.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN