Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd, if I did Mrs. Lovett would be spared a lot of pain.
Blindness
Is he blind?
Why can't he see,
what the hell he does to me.
One look is all it takes,
they leave me weak,
I must seem a freak.
One touch and I melt,
I lose all semblance of thought,
and it's all for naught,
because he's blind.
He stirs up things in me that have never risen before,
I'd do anything to prevent him from being hurt.
I keep it up, but god knows he doesn't see how I flirt;
and he doesn't know,
because he's blind.
He drives me insane without meaning to.
He gets me depressed,
gets me hopeful,
makes me happy,
shocks me,
lights me on fire,
leaves me breathless,
makes me cry,
angers me,
frustrates me;
but he can't see what he does to me,
because he's blind.
Author's note: I don't want to force anyone, but I would like reviews as my other Sweenett poem didn't get any and I'd like to see if I'm doing anything right. Free fruit pies to those who do review, lol.