Corruption
Unicorns and rainbows.
Flowers and sunshine.
I thought I knew it all,
but maybe I was blind.
I saw innocence and purity,
so I ran toward your light.
It didn't last very long.
When there's day, there's night.
I wanted to keep you ignorant,
but you've seen through all of my jokes.
I tried to keep your light on,
with tickle fights, and pokes.
In those moments, I've realized,
darkness isn't always wrong.
Even now, on dark days,
your light still flickers on.
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