Shut in the Bathroom

Tears, and more tears,
Won’t you stop?
The crows long fled,
Yet you still mop.

Put that glass away,
A heart so fragile,
Here’s free advice,
Use more guile.

Let your head run,
The heart a tortoise,
Eyes red and pretty,
Apply some poise.

Heaven is long lost,
Darkling of the light,
Lock your eyes away,
The start of a fight.

Never again,
The dried tracks determine,
On a doll of porcelain,
A crack appears.