regress 6.4.24

On some days,

I temporarily go backwards,

I regress.

Like a drunk,

Stumbling down off a step,

I digress.

On days like this,

I feel like,

If my heart was a piggie bank,

I'd be broke if it wasn't for one diamond;

On some days,

I'd be homeless,

If it wasn't for one palace.

On days like these,

I stumble my words,

And when i try to have dinner,

I drop my plate.

The mug of warm milk,

It slips off my fingers, 

And memories of my self worth,

Tries to slip my mind.

So on days like this,

I feel like,

If my heart was a piggie bank,

I'd be broke if it wasn't for one diamond;

On some days,

I'd be homeless,

If it wasn't for one palace.

BS