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.
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