I often loved the idea Of sitting in a corner, Folded like a | Every Day Poems

I often loved the idea
Of sitting in a corner,
Folded like a fatherless kid,
Befriending the wrong spiders.

Then I learnt to love
My white fragrance,
Quoted in black,
In a colorful wilderness,
Lonely like an undiscovered tulip.

But now,
I cage my unbridled emotions,
in words,
Befriending assonance,
Together hiding in metaphors,
holding quills like a father's thumb.