If I Met Lana Del Rey

One of her tales ended one of mine, knew I not it was her lines at the time, Impressed I was by the rhyme but not the victim implications of the line's inclinations. It’s always choice, choose or abuse, a notion in her lines later on, on her had dawned. When I finally came to find her the script mistress of the lines I had once witnessed, meeting her my heart insisted. Knew I though the way it had to go; long held dear are always the foretellings of my fortuneteller. I had to compel her to make her introduction to me, this part of how it must be. Venus first house to those wishing details of the fortuneteller's tales. Now how I get her to harbor interest to a degree of such seduction, that she to me makes her introduction, would take a high rate production. She definition of class, not something she'd boast but most would have same said answer if asked. A bar she be to quality and inner honesty, not simply just the heart handed through script, but how to too have heart when handing it. Her magnificence and grace not why I wish her embrace, these qualities not lost on me, however what be the magnetism pulling to her the me are her inner understandings and subtle intensity. Some suspect opposites attract, not certain I am this true, but certain I am some do like to tell you it's fact. Now whoever states such statements may very well have simply misinterpreted the similarities between he and/or she. This lack, mine not to attack, perhaps some favor it's flavor, but I of the opposite inclination. Love I do myself so much, the opposite I'd have no use to touch. I haven't any flaws that I haven't purposely selected, and to another half wit who might have it pin pointed and suggested that I've neglected and molested my beauty by not dropping them to make a new me, well these short sighted psychological suggestings, not of bother would I bother my stride offside to take up protesting. Now that we've clarified potential jesting, tell you I it her who I'd have me molesting, vulgar one could conclude such wording, though lingo not locked in a block, it's simply its connotation causing shock, what way I'd say of the way she'd handle my cock have variations to no end, she'd be my best friend, the clearness I seem to see her in be why my obsession’s session did begin.

Here I now four years from it's commencement and the enchantress and I stand both in the same city. Thrust myself I did into fame, not simply so she'd know my name but see my art and thus know my heart. Murmurings from my manager indicated she contemplated my hand for her. They may be but rumor, but I'll believe otherwise until I meet her eyes. My manager claimed she'd been inquiring intentionally discretely how she could come to meet me. I am not in this city aujourd'hui by mistake, a calculated move fueled by my heart I did make. A ceremony she required to attend and I'm tagging along to it with a friend.

Outfit of unfathomable admirable I needed to be fitted in. Custom purple, turquoise bottom blazers had come in, the 'Haute Tropique' patch had been stitched to the back of my second best jean jacket, K Slims cause what the hell else? And a fresh fine pressed, pattern I designed yes, purple polka dotted silk. Four Viceroy Red packs in my knapsack, a flask of Gin I'm not going to ask if I can bring in, and I know it no longer her sin, but the mind-frame that I am in, designed not to mind or abuse, besides bad boys she shouldn't but doesn't do better but to choose so finally her favored selection won’t lead her to imperfection or misconception.

My friend gives the limousine driver direction. We arrive and I've completely under dressed, I stick out sore, so covered is the off chance that in an off glance she'd ignore. I'm lined to score, I simply need her to present herself to me so I can know in certainty she be one of the ones to meant for me. Perhaps I trust these stars too much, it's not bred of shyness that I'd not introduce myself to her highness, it's just all other planetary placements have panned out accurately, and also I am aware of how I'd let false love attack me, if not meant to be, it not meant to be, nothing will change what her music has meant to me, a soothing souls' reflections that encourage me to be the me I see makes the most of me, her work could be said to be done, but having her having had, had my head and us igniting any bed could be fun, hell, closet at the after party venue not a spot I'd knock off the menu.

We enter the center the ceremony be hosted in, my friend finds his wife and next of kin, she shows a text to him, her magnificence had eyed me before her, I had even seen, this an obvious sign my mind knows damn well to what the hell it means, through a subtle motion made by my friend’s sister and wife, I watch a goddess cut through the crowds mess like an elegant knife, I'm tingling in my Nike's.

She dressed in a dress I confess obsoleted any sense of second guess, I knew damn well what we'd do best, she taps the back of my chest. Hello never sounded so poetic, it was all I could do to keep from fumbling into pathetic. We exchanged names locked in each other's longing, she said she had read some of my pen palming, asked if I had, had an invite to the after party tonight. I played an honest bit of uncertainty, partly so she'd stay and talk longer to me, and partly for I knew not where the after party be. She asked me for my number to text the address to, none other was I so enthused to, to hand my digits to. After taking my number, she said if prior engagements I was not under, her and her friends had room in a stretch hummer, I paused not a single second to wonder, said that works perfectly, she left with a longing look back at me.

As the crowd crowded her from my vision and I in awe of my fortune tellers precision my friend cut my minds awe enthrallment with an incision, "that was like a celestial collision" I agreed "indeed". The ceremony couldn't have seemed any longer, oh how long I've longed her, and this political wank fest the least best jest to sit through while I wait for fate to take step two. They wrap up and to the limo pick up I jet. I downed far more than one cigarette. On number eleven I saw a white stretch hummer limo sent from heaven. It pulls to the curb I open the door and don't say a word, none of her friends' voices are heard, she just sits there all alone, my goddess on a gaudy limo's back seat throne, dressed in her dress yet pink & purple lace trace their place upon the floor, she says "You can come inside but you gottta close the door."…………………………. Now I could but I ain’t gotta say more.