Don't Touch It Again

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Put it down friend,

Don’t touch it again.

I know your holding that knife in your hand,

Contemplating the end.

It’s not your time yet,

So don’t pull in too soon,

You’ve barely gotten a breath

Of the consumed monsoon.

The least of your troubles has already passed by,

You did good,

To not criticize.

Even when they judge you,

For whom you choose,

It’s not they’re choice in this win or lose.

It’s your heart to give,

It’s your life to live.

If you trust him enough to give lock and key,

To want to be with him for all eternity,

You’ll have to face obstacles,

They’ll dash in your way,

To make that smile go away.

Don’t choose the end,

There are people that defend,

The heart that you tend to,

Not to pretend to,

Please anyone,

Just for their gain.

Cradle your head in your hands,

And breathe it all in.

So put it down friend…

Don’t touch it again.