Analysis of Broken Heart
I couldn't take it back to her eyes; those same condemningly besmirched eyes; which had so devastatingly broken it in the first place; relentlessly staring and flirting with every other object in vicinity,
I couldn't take it back to her feet; those same disdainfully unscrupulous feet; which had so wretchedly broken it in the first place; clandestinely cavorting to every free space on planet earth; with every maiden prince alive,
I couldn't take it back to her hands; those same tawdrily barbarous hands; which had so inconsolably broken it in the first place; endeavoring their very best to asphyxiate it beyond realms of blissful recognition,
I couldn't take it back to her lips; those same derogatorily castigating lips; which had so sordidly broken it in the first place; preferring to indefatigably kiss the gutters instead; even as I stood upright and compassionately abreast,
I couldn't take it back to her voice; that same nefariously ridiculing voice; which had so uncouthly broken it in the first place; laughing till eternity; at even the most brilliantly unimpeachable of my victories,
I couldn't take it back to her nape; that same obnoxiously frivolous neck; which had so disastrously broken it in the first place; tirelessly turning to every conceivable direction; where there was more richness,
I couldn't take it back to her belly; that same bawdily decrepit belly; which had so diabolically broken it in the first place; being the tantalizing vixen of every palace; whilst my arms lay with all the love in the Universe; outstretched,
I couldn't take it back to her nose; that same reproachfully forlorn nose; which had so flagrantly broken it in the first place; blowing out every perceivable speck of its grime on my face; whilst simultaneously inhaling every masculine fragrance from the evening atmosphere,
I couldn't take it back to her ears; those same deliriously opprobrious ears; which had so devilishly broken it in the first place; preferring to ardently listen to every bit insane balderdash on the Universe; whilst closing completely to even the most heart-rendering of my cries,
I couldn't take it back to her brain; that same penuriously castrated brain;
which had so ghoulishly broken it in the first place; unstoppably conjuring
images of zillions of men rolling in glittering gold; whilst kicking my form
which could die for her; just because it was impoverished,
I couldn't take it back to her bosom; that same fecklessly titillating bosom; which had so indiscriminately broken it in the first place; simply because it couldn't offer an exhilaration greater than true love,
I couldn't take it back to her cheeks; those same insanely bemoaning cheeks; which had so salaciously broken it in the first place; vindictively charring it with their abhorrent redness; for trying to amiably bond with them,
I couldn't take it back to her blood; that same inhumanely pulverizing blood; which had so satanically broken it in the first place; cherishing every powerhouse of politics and terror; whilst baselessly rejecting all my honest sacrifices at the same time,
I couldn't take it back to her shadow; that same unbearably pugnacious shadow; which had so torturously broken it in the first place; trying to lambaste and invidiously overwhelm every shade of my celestial existence,
I couldn't take it back to her spine; that same sadistically frenetic spine; which had so cold-bloodedly broken it in the first place; tyrannically pulverizing it to infinitesimal ash; under the combined weight of it and her one night lover,
I couldn't take it back to her legs; those same falsely alluring legs; which had so cadaverously broken it in the first place; making me run till the horizons of infinity; before falling forever into someone else's arms right infront of my wailing eyes,
I couldn't take it back to her breath; that same spitefully prejudiced breath; which had so indescribably broken it in the first place; preferring to reinvigorate life in a dead stone; whilst every pore of my lifeless skin wanted just an ethereal speck of it; to stay perpetually alive,
I couldn't take it back to her heart; that same venomously assassinating heart; which had so unforgivingly broken it in the first place; immortally bonding its beats with the most obfuscated portion of vacuum instead,
And I couldn't take it to anyone in the entire world; as since it was born it solely belonged and was only hers; so I couldn't even dream of sharing or commiserating it with the outside planet,
Therefore and Now you only tell me; where to take this "Broken Heart" of mine O! Omnipotent Almighty Lord?
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Metre | 11011110111111111100010100110100100101100101000100 11011110111101001111100101001101000101100111101110010101 1101111011111001111110100110100110110101011110010 11011110111110011111101001101011101001101110100100001 110111101111100111111010011101010011001100010011100 1101111011111001111010010100111001011000100010111110 110111101011101010111110100111001001011001011111101001001 11011110111101111110010100111011001111111110100001010010010101010 11011110111111111100010100110101100101100101101010110010110011100111 110111101111101 11110010100111100 10011011100100111011 1111010111010 1101111010111100101110100010100111001110101001010111 1101111011110101111110100111101110101011011000111 1101111011111111111010011100100101100101101011101001011 11011110111010001011111101001110110101100111010010 1101111011110101111111010011111100100110001111001110 11011110111100101111110100111011100101010001100100111011111101 110111101111100111111010011010101010011110011110110110100111110100001 11011110111101001111110100111101110111011001 01101111000010111111110001011001110101110111101110 10111011111110111101000101 |
Characters | 4,622 |
Words | 764 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 5, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 163 |
Words per line (avg) | 33 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 197 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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