A lot of things,

She considered,

Could be artificial

Hair, 

Nails, 

Boobs,  

Legs, 

Irises. 

All things physical, 

She considered artificial

Emotions, 

She regarded special. 

Reserved for special people, 

Sometimes, 

Not special. 

Like hate. 

She did not reserve hate, 

Or negative emotions, 

For special people, 

But Love,

Love, 

Was reserved, 

For very special people. 

It wasn’t physical. 

But one to be felt, 

So she never believed, 

It could be artificial

She fell in love.

Not by choice, 

But by chance. 

She stayed in love.

Not by chance,

But by work.

She did not fall out love.

No. 

She was forced to discover, 

That not all emotions were real. 

Some were artificial

Love, 

One of them. 

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Hi everyone, this is my response to the daily prompt, artificial. 

Do you like it? Feel free to comment any opinion you have concerning the poem. 

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