Along came Sally.

They had grown up together, playing hide and seek in the neighborhood,
Her first bike ride, he was there, urging her to ride on, she fell off and dint cry,
Her first day in school, he was there, he kept all the bullies at bay, he never left her sight,
Her first hike, she was 16, he drugged her to the top, took a snap together, she looked like hell,
They made a friendship pact, best friends for life,
 Best friends was great, until sally came along.



When sally came along, everything changed,
Sally came and made her share, share her best friend for the first time,
Sally made her feel, negligible, dispensable and most of all vulnerable,
She saw the way he looked at Sally, in a way he never looked at her,
She saw him trip over himself trying, trying to win over Sally,
She saw him fall in love, and she dint like it,



She despised sally…”why she had to come along and make her feel this way”?
Every moment and every time spent around him was different now,
Every time he appeared, her stomach would get all tied up in knots,
Every time he held her hand, they would get all drippy with sweat,
Every time he dropped by, she would stand still like a robot,
Every time he called her buddy, and sally sweetie, she would flip,



She hated the stories he told sally about her,
About her first bike ride, her first day in school and her first hike,
About him urging her to ride on, fighting off the bullies, and her funny picture from the hike,
About the friendship pact they made, best friends for life,
Best friends wasn’t great, she wanted more,
She wanted to be his sweetie, his sally.