Forbid:
All things new
Everything that is blue
Empty sweet nothings
There is nothing that is true
The window is open
As is my heart
Calm interior notions
Everything torn apart
Bluish dawn awakening to see
Obsidian eyes glaring at me
Hark
The birds sing their pretty little song
My heart is secure as the day is long
Bursting with intent A desire to move on
Much Love Much Life