No matter what, an egg can't shatter itself
But everything else can shatter it.
Like glass, it is fragile
But inside it can hold so much.
Like how a snow globe can house another world
Words can't physically hurt them either
But vibrations rattle their very cores
They seem like they only have the possibility to bring happiness
Yet you don't know when their heart's at war
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
