Nothing Tonight

Tonight there aren't any pretty words.
The only thing flowing from this pen is ink.
No sadness for tears to wash away,
No sorrows to drown with a drink...

There is no weariness for my mind to wonder.
No restlessness to set my body on fire.
No need to cause me worry,
And nothing for my heart to desire...

There isn't a love left unrequited.
No hand to reach out and hold.
No kisses to be given softly,
No arms to seek solace from cold...

No passion, no ambition, no promise.
No smiles, no laughter, no joy.
In their place, though, lies no resentment,
It seems now all emotions play coy...

In the still of the dark is just empty,
Not a thing with a purpose to serve.
Because tonight, in nowhere, there's nothing,
And nothing is all it deserves...