sonnet Your tears are wasted

Your salty tears are lost on spilage milk
You could keep them for cyclone cataclysms
You peep a periscope its pair of prisms
The swallow stray no summer swings soon less ilk
Your buddies borrow stuff your bitches bilk
You think to shame you shrug away shrewd schisms
Your nostrils reddened order organisms
You fish a fancy handkerchief of silk
A common stuff up complicates the norm
Your buddy burst a blouse you weigh its weight
The tailor bill exorbitant in rate
Is this how frenemies made first find form?
I cant enough encourage tender touch
You love me back your transitory crutch
Chorus touch caress stroke