Of Cold Breath

Upon the broken hopes and memories we pick up the pieces and love them directly. Ending a chapter that I don't want to end this way. Hold, hanging clinging to a faded moment. With a broken heart I have to do what is best. From the painful moments come to achievements of dreams. I did not let go I would not have seen. During the trail we never understand. But everything is better in the end. I believe the best times are yet to come. Only made possibly by a broken heart. The past is over, there is no looking back.