Love Me Like I Do

Love Me Like I Do short poem

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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….

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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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Prajvi Mandhani

Wow!!!!!!!!! That’s soooo cool!! Proud of you!!

Makaylah Downs

I love your use of similies. This is lovely.

Mona Jha

Its really a dangerous poem …I mean to say its pretty nice .

Siraj Mamatraillath

The element of danger in the poem that speaks of love works very well. The ease in which you write is wonderful. i look forward to read more of your poems

Yashvardhan Sharma

Its a lovely poem used with dangerous words but the meaning is simple and sweet that each and every person loves sum1 be it friends Or family or Ur ZAYN MALIK but we all expect love in return also !! Ur very nyc poem and hope to see u write many more !!


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