My Mirror Also Says “Snow White”

You look like an atlas of your life.

It’s like your wrinkles are the highways and your scars are some roadblocks.

Like when we used to highlight on the map where we had gone.

It’s highlighted on you what you’ve done.

These grays must be all the times you were left out alone under a cold dark winters sky.

I’ve seen the twinkle in your eyes come and go over the years, probably from failed plans and dreams.

The pains thoughout your body sure aint there in that old photo album.

Nice to know we left some troubles in there anyways.....

Well old friend, I know the marks on your body and soul didn’t come without cost.

But let me say your lookin better than you did back in the day.

Feel lucky you didn’t leave it at that a long time ago.

With the crazy shit you used to do.