I’m cold as ice but sweet as sugar mean as dirt wicked as a witch dominating as a lioness but I promise you my love for you will be no match it will create a history of its own it will be unique as magic but be careful what makes my love unique it makes me more dangerous so just remember love me like I do….
oh..hey everyone well..I'm a young teenager who has just entered the teen world and the world of literature in the sense poems and stories i write poems based on my life it actually even depends sometimes on my mood and my imagination I've been always encouraged by my friends my teachers and my mother and of course myself.
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