Her trash can is filled with paper balls She tried to write a | Confess

Her trash can is filled with paper balls
She tried to write a poem,you see
She wrote something then another
But she always stops at line three

She doodles until the letters turn into ants that crawl all over the page
They become jigsaw pieces
That just don't fit and she stomps on them in rage

She used to count on her words when the numbers failed her
So how is it that it's just a single thread of a rhyme that hold her stanzas together?

Push came to shove one day , and she threw her pen into the bin along with the paper she crumpled
She mourned the death of her words
and wept the tears she'd kept bottled
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