Random pony poetry

The trials of Bon-Bon and Lyra by Fillyfooler

You said you had to go,

And so you did,

Only for two weeks you quoted,

But you took three,

And came back with her,

I was a mess, I thought you had left me,

It seemed you did,

Who was this mare with the styled mane and grey coat,

Did she know the places of you I knew?

Had she tasted your sweetness, in the darkness,

Had she seen what I saw of you,

Seen the beauty of your soul,

You try to say, I'm seeing shadows were none exist,

But I see the way you look at her so I run,

Run so far and so fast hoping never to see your kind face again.