Daryl pointed his crossbow,
His hair was matted.
His face was covered in dirt and mud.
His massive arms bulged out of his tattered vest.
Sweat piled on his forehead,
He pulled the trigger,
I watched in silence.
I won't lie,
Feelings for him crossed my mind.
I tried to be in denial.
He was a little old for me.
But age is just a number, right?
The Walking Dead inspired.
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PuisiBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
