Here With YouI look at you, I give a smileYou make my heart soar, but words I cannot findJust hold me close, I don't need wordsAll I need is you, and you aloneHere with you, I know its enoughLie with me, under the sky so blueWe'll watch the clouds go by, without a care in the worldTogether we are, forever as oneThe pains of this life, are nothing nowWhen we are together, nothing else mattersA kiss I seek, one or twoA hug as well, its up to youShow me you care, and I won't let goFor when your here, nothing else mattersHeres my heart, keep it safeHere with you, I know its enoughDon't ever let me go.
Night's SorrowChapter 1The sun had set, and I could see the moon rising.Tears fell from my eyes as I lay there, you see, I had no pony, as my parents had left me without even saying goodbye or leaving a note.Tears fell harder as I thought about being unwelcome by my very own family, and I shakily stood up and looked around.I seemed to be in a forest, but I didn't recognise anything, because I had never been here before, as I had been born in Canterlot, but never had I seen anything more other than what I could see out the windows because I was never allowed outside and thus I never had found out.The wind blew through my black and blue mane and tail and it brought shivers down my spine, for it was so chilly there. My blue body shivered violently as I sat there.I knew I couldn't stand there forever, so I continued walking, but it seemed I was just going in circles and I gradually became more scared.So I hid in the bush, shivering and crying, for I did not know what to do. I curled into a ball a
Daring Do and the Inca GoldDear Journal,I have been gone for three days now and still there is no sign of the legendery gold of the Inca Ponies, I fear that I may have wasted my trip coming out here but I can't give up now for I have come too far but I pray to the Goddesses that they help me find what I'm looking for because I can't do it myself.Sincerely,Daring DoChapter 1The sky was dark yet Daring Do kept on ignoring the cold brush of wind against her body, her vest had been torn from the weeds and thorns and yet she had kept it on for it held all the stuff she would need to make this journey, such as her hatchet and journal which she kept all her thoughts and things and yet the only thing she had written so far was that of bad news for she still had not found the gold that she had been sure existed for she had poured over so many books on this gold and thought for sure she was in the right spot; But no such luck for the only things she had found was an old tomb that had been ransacked by tomb robbers an