Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
The Girl Who Stole My Night
October was coming, as was my Debutants Ball.
It was basically a prom set up by my school.
All the boys were set and ready to pick their dates,
And those who couldn't were forever declared a fool.
I didn't have any female friends, but not to worry,
I knew people through people, namely one redhead.
We often got along, we were compatible.
No one else was going to ask her, from what they'd said.
She was the only remaining option I had.
So I decided to ask her via Facebook.
She told me someone had already asked her;
Talk about my bad luck.
I don't know if I ever want to know her again.
You'd probably tell me that she explained why.
But that, as I later discovered, was not the truth;
She had in fact explained a lie.
In reality, she didn't want to be remembered
As the girl who was stuck with the "humiliating rapper".
There are many words I want to use to describe her,
But they are too foul to be put in writing.
The only Debs Ball I could ever have gone to,
And instead I spent the night at home nearly crying.
We could've rented a limo,
Organised by the pockets of my father and mother,
After I'd gifted her with chocolates and flowers.
For being the one girl to agree to go with me,
She would have deserved something or other.
In the end, since I was without a date,
I chose not to go at all.
It would've been a way to party with my fellow graduates.
Now I was made to foresee my reputation fall.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime night for me,
But the pretty girl instead chose to be out of my sight.
I'd never felt so empty before in my life, and all because
She is the girl who stole my night.
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