Nothing Much We talked on the phone It didn't mean much. A "hello, how are you, where are you Hahaha, sure" I saw you from afar It didn't mean much. You walked in front of me my anger like zombie came to life. You sat opposite to me It didn't mean much. Avoided eye contact Tried sounding cool Just then I lay my eyes on you. Kept telling myself how ugly this being, I wonder from which planet. Repeating the same thing while avoiding being awestruck. You looked bloody good in black The shirt we picked together. A perfect fit, tailored from heaven above while it sat on your shoulder. Those glases you seemed perfect. Like a QR scanner, my eyes worked magic, Sitting with pressed lips Damn, you looked handsome. It's been hours, yet repeatedly l glance at our pictures It doesn't mean much. It doesn't mean much. Mumbling under my breath It doesn't mean much. Nothing much
