khrishna grace

Just an analog girl in a digital world…

My Panacake Man

I remember what love is….
He holds fire In his bare hands
And makes it grow…
He holds me
In his bare hands…
And reminds me that I am whole
Without him

He is…
My panacake man

He’s seen What I’ve believed To be my depths
And finds infinity
He doesn’t tell me
What I want to hear
So I actually listen

He strums…
I dance..
I joke …
He laughs…

I wake up …
And know…

That he is me…

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