HeckToTheYeah65

"Writer's Block." 1/23/14 He admired the writer, oh yes he did, So he ventured across the crumbling bridge. He walked for miles and stopped by her gate With words of admiration he hoped she wouldn't hate. The writer grew tireless Trying to overcome writer's block. While the boy was outside, As cold as an ice block. He contemplated what he would say, But feared he would be pushed away. He loved the writer and longed for her kiss. He was tempted to knock, But wondered "What if..." The writer finally got an idea And the boy died from hypothermia. He didn't mind his frozen fingers, Or the frost bites on his cheeks, All he had in mind was the