Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
Nightfall came and we hit the music,
And I so desperately desired the taste of her lipstick.
The room was a mess but her breath smelled of booze;
Maybe I should lean in. What have I got to lose?
She was wearing tights; I wanted to give a foot massage.
This sexual fantasy for now was just a mirage.
We sat at the laptop where my hand neared her thigh,
Watching ‘The Notebook' which made both of us cry.
But after all that, a lifetime with her is an impossibility,
And this time it's nothing to do with my poor sociability.
I wish she wasn't already a married woman;
Screw the world! I should've seen this comin'.
At this rate, all for love, I will have to surrender;
Instead choosing not to love her but to befriend her.
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