Beautiful doesn't mean Safe

The Sun is pretty–Yes ,we know, It makes the sky and flowers glow. But look too long, and you will find, It's beauty scars. It's strikes you blind. We're taught to chase what shines the most, To the love ones who shine like ghosts. But not all gold is made to keep , some glitters loud and cuts too deep. Not every smile is safe or true, Not every life is meant for you. some lovely things will draw you near, Then leave you burned, alone with fear. So, next time beauty pulls you in, Remember this beneath your skin: Even the Sun, is all its grace, can leave a mark, you can't erase