I wanted to write a masterpiece, so I wrote about you
I wanted to form words that would blur the world for me, so I threw some light on you
I am no stranger to pain, so I painted my sorrows, and you
I started writing my masterpiece, started writing about you
I thought a lot about me, and I wondered a lot about you
I wanted the pain to go away, so I poured it all on paper, and you
I wrote about my masterpiece, which was all about you.
You became my muse, when I wanted to shine too
A little drought had set me back, but you were my rain, a lightening strike too’
Its not easy to weave words, and express feelings, but it was you and I just knew
You were my muse, my muse for the masterpiece I wanted to write ever since I met you
Little do I think about about I, its always been about you
I wanted to move the world with my words, jumble them together, bend them to my will
Take your breath away, I wanted such a masterpiece
Dreams are lies, words are hollow, and time is a trick
Distance is real, as real as the wounds, fresh from a fall
I wanted to tell the world about my pain, about my sorrows, I wanted them to cry for me
For my dreams were lies and my words mean little and time has tricked me so
That no matter how much I wrote, the world didn’t move, the world didn’t cry
No one saw what I went through, no one knows I am dying inside
So I decided to write a masterpiece, about you and about me
About the times spent together, a time which feels more real than my reality today
My masterpiece, my dream, my words for you.
Shifa Naseer 