Random pony poetry

An ode to Pinky Pie by Fillyfooler

I see you walking down the street,

You are so quick to met,

You say why don't we throw a party,

But then you say you have to go and save our time,

And so your off, to find that quest you lost so long ago,

But I still wonder she who is all grins,

Whats behind that tattooed smile you wear,

Do you fear when your friends leave,

Do you wish for company,

On these long dreary nights,

Where the moon shines and the night still,

Do you remember the rock farm,

Or has that reduced to nil,

What is in your head she who holds fate,

She who waits from behind rocks in weight,

Will you tell this mare what you see,

Won't you tell me your secrets,

Why your parties never cease,

What do you hold that you wish never to be found,

Tell me oh one of pink,

Tell me what you need,

So that my mind can rest at peace,

For your smile I do wish to see when I'm feeling not so free.