Analysis of A Murder Of Crows
I feel it now more than ever,
Every time you speak my name,
All the things you wished you had said,
Than the fateful ones that day.
I should have told you how much i longed for,
my heart to beat in sync with yours,
But we weren't meant to be this time,
As this life has blatantly and cruelly shown.
If only you would take my hand
And eternally our souls be bound...
For every vow you should have heard,
Yet, Instead I made no sound.
Surely not, for you'd thought I jest,
For who fights a war, without the fear
Of having passed your test...?
What did I do to not win your love?
What was it I had not shown?
For everything I did...
Was FAR more than words...
Yet - after death you mourn?!
I much rather death, than forever that feeling...
My dreams were smashed in the ground,
Guess you never know how much your bleeding,
Until long after, the puddle has been found.
So lamenting is all you feel now,
& you feel your soul's been torn.
Well, now you know what it's like
To lose something that you'd mourn.
If only you had known...
How much I loved you so...
without your love, i loathed my life.
Forever my world felt scorn.
So I summoned the reaper,
to quietly take my hand instead,
& just Like the opposite of corpse bride,
But i'd be the groom & you'd mourn
(And now you wish YOU were dead, HA)
In death I still watch you,
slowly dying each day...
Yet knowing now, I'm forever in your heart,
yet still, no love you could ever replace...
When I close my eyes...
I remember every detail of your beautiful face...
Smiling, knowing I'll be back with a ring,
And we'll walk through hell together
Out of this place!
Scheme | AXBC XXXD XEXE FXF XDXXG HEHE XGXG DXXG ABXGX XCXI XIHAI |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111110 10011111 10111111 1010111 1111111111 11110111 111011111 11111000101 11011111 0010010111 110011111 1011111 10111111 111010101 110111 111111111 1111111 11011 11111 110111 111011010110 1101001 1110111110 01110010111 101011111 111111 1111111 1110111 110111 111111 01111111 0101111 1110010 110011101 110100111 1110111 01111011 011111 101011 11011010011 111111101 11111 101010001111001 1010111101 01111010 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,623 |
Words | 360 |
Sentences | 23 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 3, 5, 4, 4, 4, 5, 4, 5 |
Lines Amount | 46 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 110 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
About this poem
I told my friend who had been madly in love with me for 8 years straight. Waited for me the entire time... I HAD NEVER KNOWN. 2 days before he died tragically, I told him I couldn't be with him...and never in my life, had I seen a man so broken... Tears me to the core thinking about it. -Bella
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