Analysis of passing the time



so alone, so afraid , oh how I'v crave for that everlasting bliss that brought us to are first kiss,
To miss, to hold the wonderful feelings,
To crave , to try to save what has been broken
to focus on what means the most to us
the wonderful feelings, that now hid in the shadows of the light ,to hold on tightly, so dearly,
 It's cruel but yet true
to be fools to love to cry not one tear but two waiting for our love to be  forever true


Scheme ABCDEFF
Poetic Form
Metre 101101111111101011111111 1111010010 11111111110 1101110111 01001011100110111110110 110111 111111111111101101110101
Closest metre Iambic octameter
Characters 439
Words 93
Sentences 1
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 7
Lines Amount 7
Letters per line (avg) 48
Words per line (avg) 13
Letters per stanza (avg) 334
Words per stanza (avg) 91

About this poem

i wrote this for how i feel its hard to let go

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Written on February 26, 2024

Submitted by worriesintolaughter on February 27, 2024

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