I've been racking my brain trying to write in meter. I'd reallyreally appreciate if someone familiar with scansion could scan this poem for me, and tell me if it's, for the majority, correct in terms of meter/scansion. I'll mark to the side what I -think- it scans, but I'm not particularly good at identifying the stresses. Any C&C is of course welcome as well 
Thanks!
Seams Like Nostalgia (yes, it's a pun >.>)
She spoke often of trees and the sky- ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
of sweet princes, and glitter and frills. ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
Sure she played with the others, but I ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
was the one who was damp with wet salt ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
on the harshest of nights. ^^/ ^^/
From the stand I had glanced a red vixen, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/ (^)
with her lips the same tint as the District. ^^/ ^^/ ^^/ (^)
If the seamstress had grace, she'd have stitched ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
me a tongue, and I'd speak of a time ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
beauty was not a trade. /^^ ^^/
She made new friends and left me alone, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
in a dank place where hours were obscure. ^^/ /^^ ^^/
When my rescue arrived, it was lined ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
with odd furrows, a face I'd not known, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
but eyes bright as the sky. ^^/ ^^/
Thanks!
Seams Like Nostalgia (yes, it's a pun >.>)
She spoke often of trees and the sky- ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
of sweet princes, and glitter and frills. ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
Sure she played with the others, but I ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
was the one who was damp with wet salt ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
on the harshest of nights. ^^/ ^^/
From the stand I had glanced a red vixen, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/ (^)
with her lips the same tint as the District. ^^/ ^^/ ^^/ (^)
If the seamstress had grace, she'd have stitched ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
me a tongue, and I'd speak of a time ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
beauty was not a trade. /^^ ^^/
She made new friends and left me alone, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
in a dank place where hours were obscure. ^^/ /^^ ^^/
When my rescue arrived, it was lined ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
with odd furrows, a face I'd not known, ^^/ ^^/ ^^/
but eyes bright as the sky. ^^/ ^^/