But But

Weeping not in sadness
Not in ill will, window sill
Suicide pill, river knee deep
Layers of clothes still peel off
Her glasses hide her eyes
She has long legs sexier then those of spiders
A tongue mockingly held out
Tears that shout, love me
But but
Weeping in only happiness
Not in frowns, angered clowns
Rusting crowns, river flooding banks
Layers of clothes still feel soft
Her glasses mirror my own
She has a style that makes me smile
A tongue always stuck out
Tears that shout, love