i.
You are the only person to show me oceans where the desert lays

ii.
Some people walk into a room and light it up, you walk into a room and set it on fire

iii.
I swear glitter must run through your veins because every inch of you sparkles

iv.
I've never seen stars shine so bright as they do in the pupils of your eyes

v.
I love how as we lock hands the promise of forever finds a home in our fingertips

vi.
Tell me how you manage to turn a tsunami like me into tranquil waters?

vii.
There's not a doubt in my mind that you have my heart, I see it every time I look into your eyes.

I wish my words could
string themselves together
to form an ocean for you.
I wish for them to string
themselves and form a
quilt to keep you warm
when I'm not around to
wrap you in my arms and
when the sun sets down.
I wish these words could
form a song to play in your
head when the world's
noise is too much to take.
I wish the letters of these
words gather and imprint
themselves on my skin for
you to read as a bedtime
story after midnight when
its late and dark and i lay
my head on your chest next
to you on bed. I wish my
words string themselves
together just for you , to
keep , to read and to be
their whenever you feel
sad and blue. Oh darling
if only you knew how much
i want these tiny wishes to
come true* ~

Every day we pass thousands of people on the street, and barely even a hello is exchanged, maybe a smile if your lucky.
It might be a little funny to think that each of these people are going wherever they are going, they are living their lives and you have the opportunity to be apart of it even if it's just five seconds.
You can do a lot with five seconds, for all you know a quick smile to someone passing by might change their life.
Despite someone's appearance, they could be a completely different person that you might expect, breaking the stereotype.
The sweet old women sitting next to you on the train, smiling and talking as if the world was heaven, is counting her numbered days.  The coloured man across from you with the bloodied knuckles and bruised face saved a teenage girl from being ***** last night.
The 18-year-old ******* the other side of the train, showing more skin than clothing in a ******.
And the boy in the corner covered in tattoos and piercings and is wearing only black is on his way to the hospital to read to the children in the cancer wing like he does every afternoon ever since he lost his little sister.
My point is simple, nothing is rarely as it seems. Each stranger you pass has there own story. Don't judge based off what you see because your vision is a misconception.