Water and Oil
Will never be in one
They're pushing it hard
But not all battles are won.
Oil is thick
Condensed in the can
Alone, all the time
So no one else understands
Oil will wallow
In his own pity
And prefers the streets
To the lights of the city.
Water is clear
Shimmering in the light
Happy in day
But confused at night
Water reflects
What others see
But what Water doesn't know
Is what he longs to be.
When you combine
Water and Oil
Their lives will be sent
Into a constant turmoil.
And what they both know
Is that they won't stay intact
Deep down, they both know
Some opposites don't attract.
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Or the one in which Louis begins to miss something he's never really had, and Harry lets his guard down for the one person who could have broken it himself.
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Romance"you cannot combine that of which is not made to be put together; you cannot force the opposite sides of a magnet to connect. no matter how much you try, things that are different do not work, will not work, and will be put through pain if forced to...
