A/N: This was written to be placed inside of a heart-shaped locket. It has a special meaning to the wearer of said locket and myself.
My blood is red
Well, actually, it's blue
Because none was spilled
Giving this heart to you
Keep this heart close to yours
Pretend that it's mine
Then you can believe
We're close all the time
Caring's not an advantage
It makes humans weak
I'm powerless against it
But that's alright by me
Where you ought to be
Is wrapped tight in my arms
Where I can hold you
And protect you from harm
I swear on this heart
I'll never leave you alone
Merry Christmas, dear John
Love, Sherlock Holmes
YOU ARE READING
From the Mind of the Moon
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poems I have written. I'll add to it every so often. I needed somewhere to put them and figured maybe someone would enjoy them.
