all we need
is some sparks
and devotion
in our eyes,
and a little
bit of love
floating in a
pool of trust.

Intelligence revered; happiness persevered.
Queen of artificial,
Judging financially upon gentrification.
Catcalling at their beauty;
realizing all of it is subjective.
Her dusty fingers grasp onto the suggestive
knowing her fate is destined.
Queen of artificial,
a cancer not so benign.
She folds onto the weight of feelings
her heart drastically declines.
Queen of artificial,
how she breathes the wretched air;
and yet her mind is all but bare.
Queen of artificial,
We pray at her every wish,
hiding from her deadly kiss.
Queen of artificial,
defiled on her moral high-ground
but her actions still reign proud.