I felt your touch just before the sunrise, I have just started to feel your warmth. Your fingers lucidly slip through mine. a sense of touch that I was not familiar with conversations were minimal from hello to little hush things were getting darker and suppressing behind the bush I hope you remember how my lips rubbed against your skin or how you said sorry for getting your voice louder on me An untold story is still right there unheard, waiting for the admiration that it deserved. Perhaps, it's the destructive power residing within me, that makes me hold onto hope that things will get better.