The earth holds not your body but the fondness you once retained,
You bury a seed and it appears as ache
blossoms into sun-kissed pain.
They say grief is an evidence of love
So you show the scars instead,
As a love is a battleground and to give your heart is to fight.
Tomorrow your ex would paint you villian
and it wouldn't matter
in the battle ground
one person shoots and the...