Analysis of S p I r a l
Maria Anderson 1897 – 1993
Sometimes I sit think
And I end up in a spiral of things
Is this world one where we should love?
Where the murderers lurk, and you don't know who's above?
Love is a hormone, so why is it still here?
I've grown out of these things, that I used to keep near
I don't remember a time I think
where a relationship I loved didn't stink
and even if we loved, and i was glad to have had the chance to love, shes gone and there's no one that remains
the left overs of my heart is left wandering in stains
she was my one,
we only get one you see
I was younger to think we'd get two, or three
I don't think about love as a single blocked off road, not anymore.
I've just left open any car door.
She was my one,
and now shes with another someone
And im left back in my spiral
I'm left in my shell
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01111 0111001011 11111111 1010010111101 1101111111 111111111111 110100111 1001011101 01011101111110111110111101 01101111110001 1111 1101111 11101111111 1110111010111101 111101011 1111 01110101 01110110 11011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 771 |
Words | 164 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 19 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 597 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 164 |
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