A cup of gold, so bright, so fine,
It looks so rich, like sweetest wine.
But deep inside, the poison stays,
Hiding danger in its ways.
Painted faces, shining bright,
Hiding truth, but not the bite.
They look so fresh, they seem so new,
Yet all they show is never true.
Plastic flowers never fade,
But have no scent, no life is made.
Soft like silk, yet cold as stone,
Fake beauty stands but dies alone.
Chasing gold, you miss the sky,
The trees, the stars, the birds that fly.
True beauty needs no fancy show,
It shines with light, a steady glow.
So don’t be fooled by looks alone,
Not all that’s bright is good as shown.
A golden cup may shine so high,
But drink too deep, and you may die.
It looks so rich, like sweetest wine.
But deep inside, the poison stays,
Hiding danger in its ways.
Painted faces, shining bright,
Hiding truth, but not the bite.
They look so fresh, they seem so new,
Yet all they show is never true.
Plastic flowers never fade,
But have no scent, no life is made.
Soft like silk, yet cold as stone,
Fake beauty stands but dies alone.
Chasing gold, you miss the sky,
The trees, the stars, the birds that fly.
True beauty needs no fancy show,
It shines with light, a steady glow.
So don’t be fooled by looks alone,
Not all that’s bright is good as shown.
A golden cup may shine so high,
But drink too deep, and you may die.
