Poet's Profile : Lexi Lou

About Lexi Lou

They both ignore each other and look the other way, but they both know it wasn't supposed to end this way.

Running from (12)

I wish i could say the words
that are on the tip of my tongue...
Childish (11)

Propped up in the apple tree
where my laughter echos through the breeze...
What becomes of the popular (2)

It's redundant waking up in the morning
And running into the worthless face in the mirror...
Too old to remember 1

As we take a look at one another
something we haven't done in awhile...

Timeline

Drunken promises
Stolen Kisses...
I Blame You (1)

I cried on your once warm shoulder
Right after he got done kicking me around...
2006 (2)

The clapping echoing
The catcalls from the back...
Too old to remember 1

As we take a look at one another
something we haven't done in awhile...
What becomes of the popular (2)

It's redundant waking up in the morning
And running into the worthless face in the mirror...