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.