Cut with dull scissors and tied with a ribbon

Curated under the glass of my pendant

You always said you hated the things you can't control

Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles

I've been collecting peices of your hair

To tuck away in the locket that I wear

Pretty strands that grew in your youth

Pieces that I'll always hold on to

Sweeter than a vial of your blood

Will never dry or disintegrate

Pieces you tied back when we made love

Now slipped away where they loyally wait

When you're old grey and deceased

I'll still have parts of your young body

The one you lived in when you loved me

The rest of you now decomposing

I've been collecting peices of your hair

To tuck away in the locket that I wear

Pretty strands that grew in your youth

Pieces that I'll always hold on to

One day you'll be dead and embalmed

But bits of you will be existing on

Pretty strands that grew in your youth

Pieces that I'll always hold on to