"LOST"

Could you tell me how to draw the lines right to your way,
like a painted tresured labirynth picture,
that will always hang on my room's wall
reminding me of you?

Is it possible to get highed,
withouth leaving you in mind to joing me to my
extreme strange and disformed friends, product of my
extasis with no pause feeling you by my side?


Would the leaves in the air,
bring me peace when they
rush my face whilst falling,
and a feeling of enjoyment
even though now when I am lost and you
passed away?

Is your theraphy of love for me away at all?
I wish it could exist a return to the buble,
wich kept us turned on and in loved for many years.
But all in my live how is transtorned
because you are dead and i am lost.