My Best Friend
A good friend threw a party,
and everyone was there.
Then I saw the guy behind the crowd,
and couldn't help but stare.
These thoughts rose up inside me,
of what we'd come to be,
but then my best friend saw him,
and I knew they had to cease.
We both were very shy,
and wouldn't dare to speak,
so we went and found another guy,
one who was quiet and meek.
He really opened up to us,
we had an awesome time.
But when he said he had to go,
he wanted her number, not mine.
You see, that's how it always is,
she always seems to win.
Why is it the one I envy most,
has to be my best friend?
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