Treading Water
We sit across from eachother
Our hands clasped tightly over the table
And in this moment we have everything
And yet we have nothing at the same time
Eyes locked on our targets
I can see your soul
It's calling me like a beacon
And I feel awoken
We lean in closer to this moment
Feeding off the energy like vultures to flesh
I could drown in those blue eyes
If I stopped treading water
Would I wash up on the shore
Or just go under