Smothered
First one,
And then another.
With failures
I feel I'm smothered.

What is it
That I hold to my heart
Which causes those 
I love to part?

Where does it point?
When will it end?
On what factor
Does the shame depend?

The beauty shines
And the music plays,
But when it ends
She walks away.

An honest soul
And a gentle heart,
But step too close
And another one parts.

Beauty
And an endless smile,
But why even bother
To wait a while?

Mistakes, of which
I've made my share,
Engulf me
'Til I cease to care.

When can it stop?
When will it end?
When I attack
And I defend?