No poems...

Nobody’s writing love songs
that nobody wants to sing
No midnight dedications
on the radio for me
There’ll be no journal entries
that anybody wants to write
And nobody’s writing poems
for me tonight...

Nobody’s hanging pictures
on newly painted walls
Nobody’s missing footsteps
down their empty halls
Nobody’s selling nothing
that nobody ever needs
And nobody’s writing poems
that I’ll ever read...

Nobody’s looking up to Heaven
to wish on a lucky star
Nobody’s shedding tears
for my broken heart
Nobody’s thinking of me
before they go to sleep
And nobody’s writing poems
for me to keep...