SOME THING WENT WRONG

Sat to paint your picture.

But I ran out of paints.

My heart beats quicker and quicker.

There is something in me that restrains.

Sat to write lyrics for you my love.

But I am libralised from emotion.

In priority your name lies above.

But there is something which keeps me in state of commotion.

Sat to sing a song for you

But my throat is stuck.

The lyrics are unable to get my heart through.

Though my time is up I ran out of luck.

Sat to see you in our lovely moments and was reminiscing.

But all that I saw was much blur.

All its savour, season and aroma were missing.

As I Ran out of your love, I am pretty sure.