Out With the Tide. (Harry Styles)
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Last published Thu, May 28, 2015
It was hard for him to express himself. Everything he did was to impress or fueled by hate. He sounds like a horrible person really but there was something about him, something so charismatic that even the people he burned couldn't help but want whatever he'd give them. When he walked into a room his presence was immediately felt, every eye turning to meet his beautiful colored ones. His ever present smug smile worn upon his lips dragging you in like the tide, engulfing you completely until the point of death, with nothing in return. That thing about him, the feeling every woman had when she laid eyes on him could never be helped, it was magnetic, he was magnetic. And beautiful, boy was he beautiful, but oh so hurt. Never had Elle met a man quite like him, his beauty was a curse more than anything, his empty chest that rose and fell with the tide, a reminder of the thing that he desperately wanted but could never grasp. Love. It alluded him in every sense of the word. Sure he had wealth, looks, and women, but it wasn't enough, nothing was ever enough for him. And even when it was so close, close enough to reach out and caress its gentle spirit he destroyed it. Just like everything else he was ever given. One last chance; gone, out with the tide
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