astronomy•poetry

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wordlessly the ink fills the once blank scrap piece of paper.

the lyrics came to her mind as her mind was clouded by the thought of music.

she owned a violin and cello

she enjoyed eating chili and mash

most importantly, she loved music.

the voices took her far

as if she wasn't on earth anymore,

she landed on the moon far ago.

she fancied the rhythm put in the music mostly because she could sway gently to it

she loves the beat because that's what her favorite drummer ashton took care of.

she couldn't go a day without listening to some kind of music, that was for sure.

simply, she loved music.

she loved the feeling of the earbuds in her ear, taking her away from reality

she loved the album art as it tells a story as the lyrics do too.

that's what she was doing, that's what she was writing down actually.

it'll come to her as she drove to the store

to go and get the new twenty one pilots album ( and maybe a few more )

it was for her song she was planning

for her lover.

she was planning to sing to them as a goodbye present at the funeral

because they passed from a suicide.

but it was alright.

she didn't see the headlights barreling towards her

she didn't know she would meet her love in a few minutes

she didn't know that the music actually took her somewhere

she didn't know someone would cry at the small piece of paper

she scribbled down on as she drove.

she shouldn't have done that.

and as she was pronounced dead ,

as her family screeched and cried,

they couldn't help the tears that poured out of their eyes because their beautiful baby girl left them with a few words and an empty perfume bottle from her car.

as they left the hospital they wondered whose lives she impacted,

and back where her dark blue car was

the people at the scene read off the paper,

" you're crying over spilled milk "

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I really like 'you're crying over spilled milk'.... over think it and maybe you'll feel something too.

Ty for almost 1k reads it means a bunch