In the midst of a question mark and a comma,
Like a subtle, joyous dilemma,
There he lies in the in between,
His true identity hardly seen

A question never answered,
A labyrinth never conquered,
He is a mystery, a puzzlement,
But in the core of his perplexity-
There lies serenity,

He is like the song of birds- tranquil and enigmatic,
Like love in its first bloom- peculiar yet romantic,

Not one to be fully grasped,
My beloved is a poser

CMT
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no, you don't know who you are. no, lincoln isn't your real name but yes, i do like you. i do love you. tbh, being head-over-heels in love with you when i should be seeing you as my brother, not fun, man. NOT FUN but i still luh you doe so...

Writing to my music even if he won't read this haha! im going psycho