Playdoll

Look not into her eyes with longing.
Still, he listened to nothing.
Now their hearts were caught hanging,
between loving and lying.

Slicked back hair with neat trimming.
A teeth full of whitening,
A face of smooth porcelain,
and clothes ironed to plain.

Such a perfect guy,
to be called Dorian Gray.
However, she fancy not this bae.
For he's her playdoll for play.

A flirtous smile one her lips carve,
on every punchline he tells.
Her mind is a knave,
of the knowledge grail.

But she was baited with just a glance.
Such a weak move for the vamp.
Her heart is dancing on his hands.
Just like the playdolls he entrapped.

Having sympathetic eyes,
lets him have types of dates.
The other is love, the other is vice.
Such wonderful playmates.

Oh hail the couple's magnificence,
on loving and lying.
They see no difference,
between the playdoll and darling.

If both see each as one,
who should be called the playdoll?
To whom karma,
should take its toll?