Ms. Del Rey says “the world is made for two”, but her idea of two is some fresh hell; it’s seems that Lana thinks a girl’s abuse, is cinematic fodder one can sell. The other woman sings about her man. “sO pOPuLIiSt” with flowers on her head. While some may come from poor & tell the tale, Del Rey wears being poor like it’s a dress. But voices that she channels in her songs, Bespeak a femme fatale alone, and they, Are both no one, and everyone in one. The guardians of endless summer days.
Sonnet (without the last two lines) about Lana Del Rey.