Innocence Expressed

If you could see behind doleful eyes
and discern my child-like fear,
if my uncertainty, you could surmise,
  perhaps you'd wipe these tears.

Daily I see a myriad of expressions
as your demeanor changes with the wind.
  Can you not see my trepidation?

Can't your cluttered mind transcend
your moment of frustration,
as you gaze into eyes of innocence.
  Don't you feel the stark isolation,
  in my lack of experience?

Through cynical eyes the world you behold,
is painted in shades of monotony.
My tiny world has just begun to unfold,
  with perspective still tinted with purity.

Yearning for the embrace of your affection,
I languish in a quiet world of invisibility,
your coldness chilling the fragile bones,
  beneath a soul immersed in life's durity.