I’ve never been good at poetry,
Because I always just say what I mean.
But you really are a special pony,
Even if you think it remains to be seen.
I’ve seen everything you are,
And I know now what you can be.
I just hope I don’t wander too far,
and you choose to get up and leave.
I know that you blame yourself.
And maybe you are to blame.
But there’s really no shame greater,
Than giving into your shame.
I know things for you haven’t been easy.
I know that I’m not always near.
But please don’t make me lose hope,
That when I come back, you’ll still be here.