tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

a sister she had but never have-seventy three

she was a saint,
her face was sculpted by himself,
her laugh was like the blooming of the flowers,
and when she smiles,
here comes the meteor showers
they said she's as beautiful as someone, unknown
so mysterious like a secret box you'd like to own
she was born,
but she was torn

she was laughing away the last minutes of her life,
smiling as he pulled her out of sight
the sheets remains unstained,
the toys remains untouched
but the story forever goes unmatched
it is now classified as an ongoing myth,
her sister who fell in love with her oh so dooming death