All I want is a girlfriend.
No matter how hard I try.
No matter how many times I cry.
It never seems to work out it's true.
I always end up blue.
There have been so many dead ends.
They never end up being my girlfriends.
There is also see, my disability.
Nobody wants to take a chance.
Nobody, see, with me wants to dance.
give things some time and try to join so some social organizations in your area if there are some available.
hi chris, your writing some lovely
poems these days...I have read your
new ones posted...don't worry, one of
these days you will find a girl friend...
perhaps she will will a poetess....
good luck...