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.