Better Untouched

I look at him, And a smile grows on my face, Just to remember the times, When he could've been mine. As he gives me a hug, While he puts his arms around me, I remember what I would've gave, To only have a chance with him. But now I see him, In a different light, Yes, he still means the world to me, But now it's in a different way. His friendship means alot to me, Although we never had much anything else, Now I see why God doesn't answer all prayers, Because some things are left better untouched.