Fugitive 

You came as a fugitive,

Seeking shelter,

Scared of love,

Scared of trust,

But,

I was too blind to see,

It was a sly man’s game.

As you opened gunfire

Spilling my blood

Painting the daisies

With this thing

Called love.

Then you walked out

Silently into the night,

Like a fugitive,

Who never existed

Boasting your knife.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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