Simply Plastic

With all my womanly graces I was given,
the goddess couldn't charm a reaction out of you,
even with a flicker of my overpowering hips,
my whisper of a chest and these sighing eyes.
Thus, I found you endearing my love.
I wanted to play doll house with you.
You only played with Ken.
How could I love you less,
if Barbie should have no need for a heart?
Love is simply plastic in a mold.