Waiting Until You Mean Nothing |
by Trina Williams-Emigh |
Will our paths one day cross again - when least expected and/if-. when I look into your eyes, Will I see the girl I once was or the woman that I am? Will our yesterday overshadow our today and/if- we fall lovingly into each other's arms Will your scent intoxicate me like it once did or your presence generate that energy, that chemistry we once had? Probably not, and/if- hoping one day your memory won't mean a thing... |