Lorde

The only reason I would ever want

to be famous would be so that

I can meet our Lorde and saviour

and woo her with my words.

You sang to me once.

Do you remember this?

We’ll meet at the tennis courts,

I’ll get the green light,

and she’ll fall in love with a writer in the dark

who could be her brightest light.

We’ll be part of the love club,

they’ll hang us in the Louvre

(down the back but who cares?

Still the Louvre.),

and we’ll never be anyone’s liability again

because we’ll be on each other’s team.

She will be apart of my ribs again,

and we will protect each other

from all of the homemade dynamite.

I can hear the violence,

the boom boom boom has been

broadcast and everyone is

dancing so let’s make this happen, pen.