Analysis of the art of fate
we are falling in love back where we were
under the clouds
your hand on mine,
I keep telling myself
that we'll be alright.
I don't think I can keep lying to myself
I don't know what to do,
when I look into your eyes
nothing but coldness
because you know it too.
and every day,
I was just getting closer to you.
only to end up
getting further from you.
but every poem
consists of me missing you
and I wonder,
does every day you spend
consist of missing me?
| Scheme | ABCDEDFGHFIFJFKFALM |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1110011110 1001 1111 11101 1111 1111111011 111111 1110111 10110 011111 01001 111101011 10111 101011 110010 0111101 0110 1100111 011101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 455 |
| Words | 99 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 19 |
| Lines Amount | 19 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 353 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 91 |
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