Analysis of Sweet Whisky
Out of my mind, drunk on lust, love
Sweet whiskey lips on tongues tasting
Moisture mixing deep in my chest, I feel it
A dull ache becomes a raging fire
I can't keep my hands to myself
I'm drunk on you, a familiar feeling
But it's scary to be here yet again
The memories a constant reminder
Not to get hurt, tells me not to let you in
I don't want to fuck this up, I constantly stress
But the sweetness of your words and taste
It keeps me coming back again
| Scheme | ABCDEBFDGHIF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111111 11011110 10101011111 0110101010 1111111 1111001010 1110111101 0100010010 11111111110 111111111001 101011101 11110101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 457 |
| Words | 94 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 354 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 92 |
About this poem
For Eric Cockrell
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Written on November 28, 2022
Submitted by Annakya on December 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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