I'm wondering if Your heart will catch a second wind The breeze is blowing in Pale winter skin You lay your dress out Cigarettes silent morning Smoke clouds So tell me now Oh what should i do? When i want to be great For only you Oh why world? When there is potential Lovers turn into ghosts When the hurt is unintentional Is when it hurts The most I had a wet dream Of you bathing in this rhyme scheme And you whispered "My sweet, hell is a place i will never let you see."