Analysis of Untitled
I know I'm not a Saint
My face isn't anything to paint
I'm not the smartest of my kind
I gave you what a man could give
But all I got in return was heart ache
I gave you the world and treated
you like a queen I stumble over my
heart broken into many parts
I drag each piece to a cart
broken, bleeding and bruised
I wish things were different
the way they used to be I wish
you would realize you ment the
world to me and I love you with
all of my heart I said forever
and I ment that I'll always be here
no matter what.
| Scheme | AABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111101 11101011 11010111 11110111 1111001111 11101010 1101110101 11001101 1111101 101001 1110100 01111111 1110110 11101111 111111010 01111111 1101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 526 |
| Words | 120 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 17 |
| Lines Amount | 17 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 7 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 401 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 112 |
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