Infatuated

Infatuated with the needless end of our talking,
But the silence is all I have consumed for days,
The sound of your voice is beginning to fade,
Tell me how I should feel tonight.

So caught up I wonder what you remember,
So in your self endeavors I wonder if you even consider,
Lost inside this new world I wonder were I stand.

Looking through broken glass I begin to wither,
Knowing now this wasn't forever.

Baby, I still love you dearly.