I woke up to the sound of your frustration
And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views,
Puzzle pieces of torn pictures
With colorful and vibrant hues
Lay on the floor
It was a mosaic of broken inspiration

You were unsatisfied with your pages
Splattering your dizzying thoughts
Then you grabbed my arms
And started scribbling scars
You smiled and said they were stars

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