Random pony poetry

The club by Fillyfooler

(Octavia)

They brought me to the club,

There's so much noise,

So many ponies dancing and jumping,

I don't know if I can take this,

But this is a celebration,

We just got in, we get to play at the gala,

So I should be happy that we're here,

(Vinly)

I got only one shot,

My hooves are heavy,

I start to forget what I wrote down,

So lets snap back to reality,

Please forget gravity,

I look down to the floor,

And see the reality,

So lets ask gravity of things of reality,

As I spot the odd one out of this reality,

I see her fur so gray and dull,

A black, swept back mane is all I see before she turns to me,

(Octavia)

I look around this dance floor,

With it's vibrating beats,

To see the stand were a unicorn stands,

Looking down at me with purple glasses,

I wonder why she hides her eyes from those she plays,

But blue isn't my best color and white shines in the day,

So why do you look down on me,

You who plays,

(Vinly)

There's a mare looking at me,

She has beautiful eyes which stare,

And she be no blank flank,

She is the same as me, a cleft adorns her flank,

Does she wish to see my mane or fur,

But she already does, so it is my eyes,

Those a cursed things which I hide,

But maybe she would understand if I showed her,

(Octavia)

It's time to go my friends tell me,

And it's true we need to go,

But that unicorn with the blue mane and white fur still stares,

I want to see her eyes,

But I will have to see another time for it's time to go.