The Shell

Its small imperfections are hard to find.
The shell pink and blue,
and green and white.
Still showing cracks,
only slight.
A connection linked to mystery,
I struggle to find its history.
I then find a link,
I cannot tell its secret.
It is too deep and dark.
for behind its soft exterior,
lies a dark and icy heart.
It may look harmless and pretty,
but has poison inside.
But I am bound to this shell
for I have had it for a lifetime.
The shell is not with me though,
as it is hard to find.
And if I ever tell its secret,
the bond shall unwind.