…HE and plado…

pLaDo

Back then I met HE;

A guy I never thought that I would greet.

Clock moves as fast as a breeze;

I see HE not like as they see.

What is this? I’m going insane,

Can’t explain this feeling of chain

Stop this I know I should.

I’ll ignore him as much as I could.

But HE is there sometimes and true,
I’m captured in the valley of feeling blue

I hope HE would take my hand and bring me back

Before my whole self crack.

Too bad I think his eyes have its apple;

That would make his stomach tumble.

Meaning I should go on solo;

With silent tears on my pillow.

Who is that guy? No one knows,

Except I who calls him plado.

                              -jenzel a.