A Cup of Tea and a Cupcake

You sit in a room,

On a great pink chair,

Looking about,

Everything is colorful and bright.

Another chair is across from you,

But it is empty since Pinkie Pie,

Kind of enough to share with you her former pain and suffering,

Is making a cup of tea and cupcakes.

You feel the cuts deep beneath your bandages,

They are painful and never ending,

But hope tells you to hold on.

Soon the once bouncing pink blob,

Appears with two cups of bubbly tea,

And cupcakes,

That glisten in the sunlight like crystals.

As she hooves you a cup,

You sip it,

A warm feeling radiates in your chest,

As the tea goes through down your throat,

Since you have not eaten in a long while.

Pinkie Pie stares at you keenly,

Wondering your thoughts and your dreams,

For in fact she is the one who has felt the same pain,

As You.