"" They Shoot Horses Don't They? "" Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Greedy and foolish I chased desire
Like the moth towards flaming fire
Every debauchery to satisfy
Didn't care who I hurt or made cry

Forsaken those who did love me most
Just wasted time of nothing to boast
Was the price worth all I have lost
Walked away once now I pay the cost

No going back what's done is done
Did what I did just thought it was fun
They will never forgive me that's a sure
For this broken heart there will be no cure
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