by Patricia Kenedy

Created on: February 12, 2009

My Name

Purple gemstones sing my birth,

Arrows of cupid muse my term.

Trembling hands for anxious ways,

Reaching out for parchment to glaze.

Indecisive is my mind,

Composed nature passes time.

Immensely silent in person's presence,

Although resounding in my pensive.

Kinship kept close to heart,

Even though some to part.

Never insolent with my speech,

Even though some do preach.

Dark words I love to write,

Yearning dearly for horror's delight.

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