Amy Louise Kerswell

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Poweres that hold forever


You had a power over me.
On that day that you hurt me.
You had the power to bring me down.
Its a power thats never gone.
A power thats never losened its grip.

You prayed on my weakness
You knew I was defencless.
But it would appear you didnt care.
You didnt give a shit.

That I was weak and helpless
I couldnt fight back.
God only knows how scared I was.

You had the power to scare me.
You took the power to hurt me.
Power is a strong thing.
Bastards like you love power.

Power nevew losens the grip.
Never lets me be.
Thats cos you scared me so
You scared me with your power
You scared me witless

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 07, 2011
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