Obvs Sessions

An old obsession arrives
Into my thriving hive
Who it was that placed this here
I will never know
Or if it drifted in
On the smallest fleck of snow
I take in your image
Finesse the words
As a misguided tongue
Would not be deserved
The noose around your neck
Brings around regrets

I would've held you dear
Before you disappeared
Touched your soul to mine
Until we were entwined
It makes me wonder what will come
When we all succumb
To the final end of days
A hundred days away
To hold you dear
Before we disappear
Touch my lips to yours
Break all of our laws