Thoughts In My Head.

The television is on,
I think the show is called John.

I'm curled up under the covers,
It feels like the arms of lovers.

I stare at the constant flicker of the lights,
I notice some children flying kites.

Then a man comes on,
He sings a song.

Words of wisdom and kind thoughts,
"Ha, what a joke," I retort.

I'm lonely in this cold bed,
With nothing but the thoughts in my head.