Yours Truly

It was another day yet again. She saw her phone flash with a new text message; a smile appeared on her face so quickly.

Disappointment washed over her. The smile left quicker than it arrived. It was just a message from her mobile network. "Great" she mumbled sarcastically.

She walked to her desk. Writing away, not letters though. Her tidy writing lined in stanzas filled with metaphors and emotion was her poetry. Jenny wasn't much of anything but when it was poetry, she could do it. It was a secret though to many people if not all.

She placed the pen down once more and left the room closing the door gently.