I've been told that the speed of light is so much faster than sound, to the point where we see lightning before we hear that big boom that follows the flashing light of Zeus's power.
When I see you I'm struck by your beauty which is then followed by the words to come out of my mouth, "whoa.".
And I say "whoa" because I'm blinded by the light of your beauty so any other words wouldn't help to describe you.
"Whoa" wraps up all of the unused words used to tell on how I see you and what I think of you.
I think of you as a mystery.
So, to mysteries left unsolved, you're one that I'm very fond of discovering so that the next time I see you my, "whoa's" will be turned into my many answered questions on light and sound.
And although light is faster than sound, I'd love to hear your opinions on it before I just look at you and fall in love.
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
