Maybe one day I'll gather all my writings

And turn it into a book,

Then submit it to a publish place,

And dedicate it to her.

That way she'll finally know.

Maybe I could just make one book.

Just for her.

And give to her for Christmas.

Or better yet-Her birthday.

Of course my mom would want to read it,

But that's okay.

Maybe I could just buy a journal and write everything out for her.

I think I may do that.