Analysis of Just Listening To My Beats
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my bohemian nails,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed
tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre mortification enveloping my soul; by just the capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my impoverished cheeks,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day; by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my diminutively frazzled forehead,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that
inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my dwindling stride,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously vivacious lips,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and daintily gorgeous eyelashes,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably understand the diabolically obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and withering body skin,
She hadn't give me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds; at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling
the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering countenance,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently tread,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria in each element of my persona; by just tracing the tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching contours of my chin,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate breath,
She hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my flesh,
And she hadn't given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably define my immortal love for her divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving heart.
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Metre | 11010111011111100110111001111111010 1101011101111110010011011101100101101001 11010111011111100100010011001011011 1001010111 1101011101111101011011010011110010111010110101 110101110111111001000111111001111111010 11010111011111101110010010011111001 0100010110010011001 110101110111111010101011110010110101 11010111011111010011111111011100011010 11010111011111010101010001111100010100001001110100101 11011110111111001101000100111101110101000100100111 1101011101111101010010001011011111010 0111011010100100 11010111011111010010010110010001111101101010 110101110111110101000100010100101101010011001100111101 110101110111110100100010110111110001100101101 11010111011111010001001000110011010111001011111111 1101011101111101010010011011100010101111 1101011101111110101010000101011110001000100011011001 1101011101111110101001000101110001001011011000100111 01101011101111101101011001011110010100001001111101000101 |
Characters | 3,799 |
Words | 603 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 142 |
Words per line (avg) | 27 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 173 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 34 |
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