Once I loved a rose,
But rose had thorns,
it cut my hand deeper
I got only pain & suffer.
love with rose was always one-sided,
it never said I love you in return . . .
Then I fell in love with a doll,
Whenever I said I love you,
it said ‘I love you’ in return,
But it had no heart,
it’s made with plastic, just a show piece.
Not only me,
It said ‘I love you’ to everyone . . .
so, I broke up with rose and doll.
Have I did anything wrong.