My Floor, has a Carpet of Sorrow. So I keep weeping, in the Aisle. My Bedroom Mirror, is Broken. Which once held, My Beautiful Smile. The Hands of My Clock, never Alter, as things remain same at My Place. My Broken Heart, keeps Weeping and I run last, in almost every Race. Our Affair, has finally Ended and now U are free to Go. I will watch My "Sunsets" Quietly. As My Tears, roll down and Flow.