The Could Have Been Ballad

Contemplate or confront,
Bedazzled by her,
Battling my own thoughts,
Trapped in a whirlwind of emotions,
Unable to steadfast,
I start drowning in my own heart's erratic rhythm,

Come on, collect yourself and come to senses,
Jolts my stupid mind as it tries to regulate the heart's pace,
Direct approach is the immediate available option,
But can't muster the required courage,
Due to the fear of rejection,

That is how i have managed,
To destroy all my chances,
For a good old fashioned tale of love,

Gallant while concoction,
But too timid for execution,
I shoot all my chances into oblivion.