Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides,
Hell burns by while the angel turns her pillow to the cooler side.
Tonight belongs to him.
To him.
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I can only hope that the memories will never fade in anyone's mind. Even when we only have glossy covered pictures reminding us of yesterday. If only I had a picture of today from our hearts, for the cover of the scrap book in my mind. Please, paint me a picture of today before tomorrow takes it away.
