Stay

Come in...
And follow me,
To my world.

Come in...
And begin to send those deep ends,
That hinder you...
Away.

Stay.
You are welcomed to do it.
Few are as prepared as you.
You know enough is enough...
After what you have been through.

Come in...
And follow me,
To my world.

Come in...
And begin to send those deep ends,
That hinder you...
Away.

Here?
With me?
You are not pressured to think,
If you wish not to do it.
All I insist and require you to do,
Is to seek your 'own' happiness.

Here?
With me?
That can be done.
If you choose it...
It will come.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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