Analysis of What Is There To Gain



Its funny how,
you hated me then and love me now,
it sickening when,
we're in the same situation over and over again,
i want to break this chain so badly,
but im already in love madly,
but i guess you dont feel the same way sadly.

so i pick up the peices of my heart,
that every step of the way you tear apart,
and i've beegged you for years,
but it's like you pretend not to hear,
me in pain,
you have an umbrella and i'm sitting in the rain,
from this one-sided love what is there to gain?


Scheme AABBCCC DDXXEEE
Poetic Form
Metre 1101 110110111 11001 10010101001001 111111110 110100110 11111101110 111101111 110011011101 011111 111101111 101 1110100110001 11110111111
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 478
Words 101
Sentences 2
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 7, 7
Lines Amount 14
Letters per line (avg) 27
Words per line (avg) 7
Letters per stanza (avg) 186
Words per stanza (avg) 51
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Submitted on April 30, 2012

Modified on March 05, 2023

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