Saturday, November 22, 2008

Come again!...




I want to be your love
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet

I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams

I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws

I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day

I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending
I can't take the trash
Your trashy friends are catching onto us
They got like fifty personalities
Oh girl, that's so messed up
You see that sculpture on the hill
That's where she cleared me out
Forever
They're monitoring my self conscious massacres, I know
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable

I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
Until for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening

13 comments:

Shahnaz said...

yesss!

Anonymous said...

Yessss!

Anonymous said...

my corruption is for your consumption.

and all of this drenches my thoughts.

Anonymous said...

I want to be your love
And sweep you off your feet
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I want to show you off
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day
I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be what's happening
I want to be your only friend
I only go all the way
I want to make you proud
I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything
And say the sweetest things
I want to help you grow
Until for eternity
I want to be your what's happening
What's happening

Anonymous said...

This poem is amalgamation of love and hate. It is like you cannot live with or live without someone. Is there someone?

Anonymous said...

BTW i know the source. It is lyrics of Gallery Piece. Isn't?

But is there someone? I repeat. ;-)

Anonymous said...

hey shahnaz, i wanted to write something and didnt know where to, so i picked this spot.
I would just like to commend the way u manage ure life and kid and everything. Im a huge fan, saw alpha bravo charlie thrice and made my friends watch it too. We all wish u could work again in a drama or any telefilm. I know its really hard to take out time coz u have so much to do but we wont stop hoping that we see on tv again.
Btw im zia, im currently doing medicine from dow medical college in karachi, in my 2nd yr.
Wish u the very best for everything!

Anonymous said...

so im supposed to be "offline"for some time, therefore cant use FB to respond :-)

in Sao Paulo from 1/4 - 1/26

ps: visa is in process, i hope to get it soon

Anonymous said...

bte, got yr blog site from yr FB info page :D

-sf

Deja Vu said...

no new blogs...
status = 'away'
or busy with ur mom's visit

Anonymous said...

Hi Shahnaz,

I wish i can turn back the clock.

Anonymous said...

hey Shahnaz!
mano here
how did your surgery go??
i hope you are all right....
do reply

Anonymous said...

So the Shahnaz that pulls back her car to re-confront what's-his-name in ABC is really you!!!! Wow, so hot!! I know I shouldn't say this being a girl but your aggressiveness in that scene was just so full of youth and female virility. So beautiful.
A big yey to female virility!!