Scars adorned his beautiful face
His hand held a gun
But all he did was run
Not once did he stop
For the fear of being caught by a cop

He was anything but innocent
Yet she stared
Not that she cared
It was just another day
And she just had nothing to say

And amidst all the Hustle and bustle
On the street that day
Their eyes found each other
A beautiful coincidence
Or was it?

A fleeting moment
Is that all it was?
Surely there must be a cause
Oh good lord! She must pause
Or else she too, would become
Nothing more than a lost cause