Corner Couch

The web at the corner,
Bonded with me as well,
The room was so filled,
But at the corner I mostly dwelled,
Glances on my ceiling,
Where the webs were so close,
In the dark room I used to sit,
On my couch i used to froze,
From dripping my tears on the floor,
To finding my bliss there,
I used to love that dark,
Glad that lights never cared.