Cold Eyes...

I look into your eyes, searching for some light of understanding;
A hint of encouragement, a hint of understanding..
The slightest sign inviting me to confide..

The lack of anything but cold dissapointment;
That looks back at me shouldn't hurt me still..
I should be accustomed to it by now..

But yet I hope, still pray, that someday;
Those eyes of high indifference..
Will look upon me with some warmth, some joy, some love..

But what am I longing for?
The hardness of the rock to melt..
With the diffused rays of a weak sun...?