Deep Down Your Treasure Chest

I write down words
My lips dare not speak
'Cause I am afraid
They'll just cause more uncertainty
'Cause I am afraid I'll stutter
And I'll just fall down
And maybe you'll laugh
Or maybe you won't understand
Everything's at risk now
There is the need to stop.

One of the fragmented lines/ verses of could-be songs I wrote some time ago on a teared notebook leaf, which I found earlier today while I was tidying all my things. It's an interesting collection of high school-ish verses, which I wrote down one sunny afternoon last semester in a winter-cold library. I might throw up reading. Ha. I edited a few parts so as not to make it sound so... uh... cheesy? HA.

Shake of the jitters
Throw down the guards
Let's surrender to this call, love
Cause ahead there is
A life time waiting
For us to waste.
Together.

Is there meaning beyond them?
Or am I looking too far beyond?
For all I know I deceive myself,
        they are just what they are.
Nothing more,
               less.


Ugh. Nausea. Must find new things to write about.