I'm a not-so-hopeless romantic,
I sealed a date,
somehow.
I flirted I thought
but I knew that I ought
to cut back on my perilous prowl.
My absolute closest best friend,
is in love with this girl,
it would seem.
I told him I like her
but he really likes her
and I can't help but feel mean.
(The girl) We've been friends for a while,
and I've always fancied her style,
but only recently text
(completely unvexed)
and decided to spark up a trial.
Now judge if you must,
but in Molly I trust,
and this girl wants to know how she feels.
So coated in sugar
her words without quiver
request that we share her appeal.
Alone in her room,
four hours and soon,
confused, tired and worn.
There's always the chance,
that our flirting advanced,
our careful responses
and cheekier choices,
will stump this chaotic lovelorn.
"Molly" is a common street name for the "love drug" MDMA
