Bittersweet Decay

A heart is pounding in a chest,
Across the world it sounds,
Echoing throughout the ages,
Of loves sweet ups and downs.

Strangers stop to hear the call,
But do not understand,
Love has yet to crush their soul,
To turn them into sand.

Lost fragments in a bitter world,
Of all that's come and gone,
Brought together, under pressure,
A mirror can be drawn.

Reflections of the murky pond,
We wade through everyday,
Reflections of the bittersweet,
Visions of decay.