I’d rather die by sea, then let go of me.

Sense of self
to be you to be me
may I make my plea?

For the better
of you of me
I’ll plant a tree.

For the worst
of you of me
I’ll allow the dipshits to run free

And for the truth
I’ll tell you, I’ll tell me
I’d rather die by sea
then let go of me.

Thanks for stopping by.
-Temperamentally Tina.