Cut with dull scissors, and tied with a ribbon Curated under the glass of my pendant You always said you hated the things you cant control Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles I've been collecting pieces 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 tie back when we make love...