She’s an incomplete puzzle.
She was an unorganized girl whispers her walls.
Her ceiling isn’t fully painted, her pillow cases don’t match,
She doesn’t even have her pillows on the right side of her bed.
The blankets are scattered all over her bed,
And she leaves clean clothes in a basket.

Besides the mess, she is bright scream her lights.
Christmas lights of the color white hanging around her room.
Christmas lights of the color purple stuffed in a jar.
A black light on her headboard,
And a bright white light in the middle of the ceiling.
She has many lights but prefers the dark,
Bright is just a misconception.

Her life is made of music her posters say in unison.
Her posters are printed and are faded in ink.
A piece of her is missing glares the picture of Andy,
Her sisters picture, delicately placed near dead roses,
Dead roses in empty bottles. But why?
She misses her sister and feels empty and dead without her. 
She’s an incomplete puzzle.