You're cold, and aloof. Your sarcastic remarks reek of disdain and hate. You've found new people and left us in the dust. Your sweet smile is no where to be found. Your kind eyes replaced with soulless ones. Has your spirit run dry? Have the fairy tales sucked the very essence right out of you?
Need I remind you, these are, after all, fairy tales, mirages that disintegrate after the skim of a hand. After all of the mirages shatter and fall to your feet, after the sea's crash on your doorstep, after the sky crumples, what you'll see is, we might not be much, but we're the best you've got. Perhaps its time you appreciate us better.