Bonds of Blood

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Bonds-of-Blood-POEM-429379233 ), so you guys can see it here.

Weeping softly for a cure
Where there is none anymore
For while we sulk and breathe and cut,
Our hearts can never heal it up.

There's miles of bandages to be found,
Unsterilized they drag the ground,
Waiting for someone to pick them up like the tail of a bride,
But most with their own just step aside.

It hurts to tangle, snagging on every little thing,
But then I caught on to you one day.
Wide-eyed and shaken, we both were stuck,
No soul in-sight to fix it up.

But somehow you didn't mind mixing your blood with mine,
Our trail of bandages as we stepped becoming more entwined.
So I hold your tail and you hold mine,
The snagging never stops but that's just fine. . .

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3

Reviews

[Anahat]

this was niceee....i liked it..
KEep Writing :)

[Dindella]

Thank you! ^^

[Joseph Eluzai]

I guess that is just fine, too. You write what you like. That makes you a rebel and everybody else some rubble!

[Dindella]

Thank you so much!