Comments about Astri Nikaelsen
Lying crying in my bed,
Almost dying, nearly dead.
The pain tears me in two,
Like what was between me and you-
Nobody cared when you died,
You just slipped away and sighed.
I see you sometimes on the street-
Walking tired, on the beat.
Bruised ankles, battered feet,
Broken heart and shattered dreams-
Ripped apart at the seams.
I wish I'd never known or met-
And ended up-loving you instead.
I let you in, my heart, my mind, my world, my bed-
You screwed them up and didn't care.
All because you couldn't share.