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Sam, you where the 1st girl that I loved,
so many years ago, that time has pasted and gone.
Though I remember as if was yesturday.

A week before christmas, we laid in my bed,
talking, again, about the thing, I couldnt get my mind to comprehand.
Trying to understand, trying to take it in.
Allowing myself, to let the dis belief end.

I wasnt afraid, I was surprised, I had wondered about myself, for a real long time.

You then leaned over me, tired of wait,
and kissed my lips, before I could say, anything.

I laid there for a moment, and then it seems,
as if my lips where a magnet, and you where pulling me,

Pulling me, close to you, you sat above me, and kissed me again,
this time, only longer, and more pasionate too.

We sat there, and laughed, and she asked, so what do you think?
I looked up at your blue eyes, and said, Theres no deining, anymore.
I know who I am, I know what I am, and im deffenantly bi.

We laid in bed that night, with her by myside, I wraped her in my arms,
and we fell asleep, wraped in each others grasp.

But when I woke,
tables where turned,
she was behind me, arms wraped behind me.

She smiled and said, I have to hold you,
so your bad dreams will come to a end.

Remember, ill protect you, I love you Elfy,
Now come over here!
Lets go back to sleep.

If only those days we spent, could have lasted,
I fought to stay with you, and I protected you, as if you
where made of glass.

I never droped you, I never let you shatter or scratch at all,
but you got into things, that wherent you at all.

I tried so hard, for so very long,
to help you threw the things, so you wouldnt fall.

But you fell, deeper into drugs, and bad friends,
dragging you deeper, till it was near the end.
You got arrested 2 different times,
had a baby, thats now 2.
You abanded the child, to party and play
to screw and rough around, in the teenagers play,
but your family and me, got stuck taking care, of the buddle of joy,
you left no care.

The niece, that I happyly call my own,
is close to me, she even calls me the name,
that belongs to you.
I hate that she does, cause that name belongs to you,
she calls me momma,
what about you?

Where did you go sam,
where did the real you disapear too?
Why couldnt I save you,
why couldnt I protect you,
why couldnt I deal with the pain you caused me,
why did I leave so late, after my heart was already bleeding for so many months and weeks?

My only guess is cause you where my 1st , and
also a good friend,
and I couldnt walk away,
and leave you, to your end.
I tried so hard, I dated you, for a year,
and stayed around for 2. Trying to help
trying to protect you.