Poems about Ponies

They stand there in the falling rain,
A shock of blue and haze of brown.
While time just stops to see their pain,
As the two let go and frown.

This isn't what they'd want from life,
This isn't what they'd want from love.
But this is what they got from life,
And this is what they got from love.

The DJ stoops and walks away,
As she screams inside her mind.
The cellist wants to hug and say,
"It's not over, we'll be fine."

Instead the two depart for now,
As they swear to meet once more.
And now ask each other, how?
Aren't these the ones we do adore?