I told her I was synthetic
A quick rebudle claimed
This was impossible, as
                
      I HAD EMOTIONS

Words have a way with my mind
They weave webs, twist and turn
Unwravelling to their roots
Then winding back into thoughts

I replied,
           How does one have an emotion?
           Are they something to be owned?
           Is it a possession to hold dear?

Anger and hatred can be harbored
In the hearts of the unfulfilled
But sunshine and a smile can,
Send such things fleeting

So to answer the question
Do I have emotion?

I understand the idea
I illustrate them with words
And words you know have emotion
The ink never lets them go.