This is a poem that I had to write for my American Lit. class, it's kinda grown on me and I thought I'd put it up here. Normally I can't write a poem without sounding like I'm depressed(I also hate the title, maybe I'll change it at some point) this poem is no exception, but I like it a lot and I hope you do too

 

Come my friend, as I spin a tale,

Of my loss which I shall detail.

 

For you, I've found, I can confide,

This deep dark story that I hide.

 

Very quiet, very shy,

Yet somehow I had caught her eye.

 

Never was anything special about me,

I'm rather plain as you can see.

I was a shadow overlapped by darkness,

She was the light that cast me,

I only wanted for her to be happy.

 

She saw in me what I could not see,

She saw in me what I did not believe.

 

I knew however, in my heart,

That I did not fit this part.

 

Also at the price of a hollowed soul,

I left her, leaving me cold as coal.

She was the light that cast me from darkness,

Yet a shadow I remain to be,

Only wishing for her to live happily

I don't know how to respond to that...

Interesting, its easy to not sound negative in the poem, simply find a lighter topic, so light that it shines out any negativity from it. Good poem though, your rhymes remind me of mine own in the past.