As the blossoms fall

As the blossoms fall I wonder. As the blossoms fall i think. As the blossoms fall onto the ground the petals brush my skin. And as the petals brush my skin I wonder what I found. This life I'm caught in. This life I'm lost in. What truly does it mean? And as the Blossoms fall and kiss my skin i try to hold it in.

Just another piece i forgot to publish. Dont mind my mediocre writing