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