Whenever I write poetry it usually ends up dark

Because did you know that poetry is a glimpse into your heart?

I write about what rules my mind

life has always been unkind

portraits painted with pastilles of grey

an illustration of what I wanted to say

my words have been as black as they can be

blessings a few, don’t know what to do

all patterned to see in my poetry.

Then there’s you with that torch in the night

a candle flickering with bold little fight

to wash away watercolours that show all my weak

because you are my happy thought above all that is bleak

I go through the day and smile about you

about how we laugh and how much we can do

only a real friend could make me as happy as a feel

fades away the dark like paint that peels

so it reveals this picture that has a golden hue

its far from dull

but colourful and wonderful

and the same colour as you.