Drops: Blood or Water?

Drops of water for those in drought
And drops of blood of those who fought
Both powerful to put one into thought
Of doing a thing one was never taught

To throw away what one has brought
To finish a sentence, not with a dot
To let what is still alive rot
And to never worry about getting caught

Harsh is the world, yet do not be gnawed
Tempting it is to wilfully miss a blindspot
But may we always give ourselves another shot

For a mendable pit in the heart does not make us a fraud

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A Love That Forbids

Either this is freedom or trust
This isn't something on my list of must
It's something as irritating as rust
And as unwanted as dust

I'd rather live under the power of rules
And to be limited only to my to-dos
Because as much as it turns my rainbows to blues
It still brings me closer to the clues

The clues of what it feels like to carry
An emotion so magical like a fairy
Which The Son received through Mother Mary
An overflowing love that forbids when necessary

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