My nervs

Excitement runs through my veins.
Like quick silver, never stopping,
It beats at my soul like a thundering storm of pounding rains,
And keeps my heart near popping.
It is this to which gamblers get their thrill.
To always feel the dice roll,
Bouncing, tossing, and tumbling till,
On the heart it's taken its toll.

This is what I feel,
With every single moment,
And I know this must be real,
So from it, I will take no atonement.
I wait to talk to some one new.
I wait converse with some I have never met.
And see if she can help me not be blue,
And she can, with a single far fetched kiss I bet.