This is my doubt,
That's what it's all about.
Does he care?
Do we share?
The way i feel,
These wounds will not heal.
I feel so down,
When hes not around.
Does he feel the same way?
When I'm gone all day?
This I don't know,
I feel so low.
My demons are lurking,
When I'm not working.
I wish I had money,
Just like my honey.
But I can't get a job,
Dollar General will rob.
My chances in this town,
This leaves me feeling down.
I want to take the C.N.A. class,
And hope to hell that I can pass.
I wish I could do more,
But some days it hurts to walk the floor.
This is what I live without,
That is why I have this doubt.

By: Ameree R. Greene
7/15/2009