Run

I ran short of words that I used to describe my life with.
I ran short of words that I used to define my life with.
I ran short of words that I used to relive love with.
I ran short of words that I used to drive away disgust with.
I wish I could paint a better portrait.
I wish I could hum a better melody.
I ran short of canvases and I ran short of notes.
I ran short of thoughts.
I ran short of euphoria.
I ran short of fatigue.
I ran short of myself.
I ran short of you.
I ran and I ran.
And I still couldn't run away from it.
So I had to run with it.
To come back to square one.
Or to reach the edge of the cliff.
I ran short of imagination.
I ran short of dreams.
I'll run and I'll run.
Till I run short of words
To write this verse with.