A Forlone Heart

I feel left out, bereft of emotional calm None to cajol,dab my tears or cushion me in their arms It hurts like mad to know that i've been singled out I am hardly able to vent my feelings perfectly inside-out My torments, my agony seem glaring to me alone As though I am destined to always be forlone. At times, concerned eyes, my feelongs do they probe, But in their luke-warm attitude, i always found a companion Nothing more, but a everlasting belonging Is what mostly crave, And blissful it would be if it reaches before my grave, And yet a strange feeling i rather nurse at times And i really awake or in a reverie.