Poems from Spentpoet811
She is the puppeteer and my heart the puppet,
Manipulating every string with expertise,
Plucking away at each string ‘til it gives way to...
Love is doing something for someone and expecting nothing in return. Love is letting someone go even though you know they won’t come back....
Let’s set flight on Demacia’s Wings!
Valor flies in and carries your team.
The might of Demacia is shown as he flies.
The light of Demacia...
Here comes a hurricane of emotion,
Occupying my crimson bloodstream.
My natural response to a Venus,
Eclipsing all thought and reason. ...
A heart can be corrupted,
Suffocating under the malicious hand of darkness,
Its armor chipped away piece by piece
By the thoughts that...