Random pony poetry

The final trial of Bon-Bon and Lyra by Fillyfooler

You catch up to me, we're outside of town,

You slam me to the ground,

'Why, what is wrong' you ask so quick,

I say 'You already know, I see that love in your eyes',

'There is love only in my eyes for you' you scream,

Your eyes are watering me, drowning me,

'No, there is new. I see the way you look at that mare, you have left me for someone like you',

'I am not blind I see that cutie mark, that cleft that adorns her flank, is that why you left me?'

My rant subsided, My heart is full,

Tell me it's true, tell me that what I know is true,

Do not torture me with half truths and lies,

'Tell me!' the words escape my lips too quick to be back,

'What?' you ask 'She is my sister, There is love because she is family',

The truth hurts, I see my wrong doing as my breath escapes,

'What, she is your sister, but you look nothing alike' I say trying to escape my folly,

'Let us not talk of my mother infidelity' you say as my lips met yours,

I am relived, I still taste me on your tongue,

My tears are released as we kiss, our lips wetting on our breath,

We brake our embrace it is time I met her sister,

This mare, who has so many secrets,

Takes me back so quick,

I wonders what horrors lurk in her past to do this,

But thus this neither the time or place for such question,

We love each other that's all that matters,

But I do wonder are you to good for one such as me,

Has my mind taken me to a place I cannot escape,

Will you be soon hurt by me, by my control,

Will this love survive me, who may have lost her way,

Only time will tell, these tales of loss or of love.