Tell me what's wrong?

Just another beautiful night and I feel wasted, yet another star trying to light up the dark,
It is drizzling under the lamppost at far, the leaves but tremble and I wonder where's the lost spark,
I sit silent at my balcony window at 4am in the night, while I feel refreshed at nature's every remark,
I sat down here to write one down to share of sort, we all think it down once cuz we all want to make a mark,

So? What am I thinking it's too late and am I sleepy? Well, I am not, I am listening I'd like to talk,
I almost went back from right at your door, I know it's not brave and I am afraid to take a walk,
I am slowly creeping into my thoughts as I try to reason, standing put at your door about to knock,
I can feel you waiting on the other side, waiting as you breathe slowly whether or not to unlock,

Well the silence kept us from meeting that night, and every other reason helped put a question mark,
Every other thing kept blinding but the two of us, while every little moment kind of wished us apart,
Now that I have understood fate and every lie, now that I am too far of this feeling bit anarch,
Tell me what's wrong and tell me how to do it right, maybe the intuition isn't working maybe let's talk.

disagree almost.

A beginning at peace that stays withdrawn, while the chaos shone inconspicuous at most,

Whilst a war of thus undying thoughts, a beginning of the end this winter night seems to host,

A disappointment at self thus seeks approval, of a heart but broke of hatred i stand post,

Speak but slowly of the untold and unseen, drawn to the sketches of hate but almost,

The due diligence thus seen amongst those known, amidst a fate what's worse than the worst,

While questions of love stay abate human nature, a bubble of life quietly awaits but to burst,

A diminishing distance that of my filthy shadow, awakens a night so calm thus standing first,

Watch me walk the aisle in my snowy winter dress, stripping of life slowly turning into a ghost,

And then would be the time for peace to blossom, trailing behind thus freezing thirst,

But breaking into tears thus disturbing silence, hoping a life that be simple at most,

Let's imagine a world without thus semblance, a cavendish sort of high hence baked but roast,

And just dream with your eyes tied wide open, scream thus loud but from within, disagree almost.

think otherwise.

A cold shivering night mildly blanketing the soul, while you sit quietly thus hating the surprise,
As those beautiful eyes of yours but twinkle, at the sound of life mischieving a cold disguise,
A beginning hence stays but sweetly ruined, and the chaos in mind clinically at rise,
Thus holding back pretending to know the unknown, misbelieving yourself acting but wise,

Change of heart that evidently divine, while superiority awakens a genuine despise,
A startled response thus follows that, what was wrong but remains a question in reprise,
Weakening every breath what comes next, the sound of thus smoothening silent eyes,
Awaiting but for you to look around this one time, seeking thus freedom from them slickening lies,

Yet awake and yet too far unknowingly that delight, a mile or so let's walk together until but sunrise,
A feeling of desperation but seems to override, twitching signs of hate thus pulling broken ties,
Hence let me follow what I left back in time, a smile that was lost amidst the aura of pure demise,
I am sure of your answer still I ask but why, so you be sure of the hate or maybe think otherwise.