Letters Never Sent, Pt. 2

[Spoken] I still miss you despite the distance and decision Fears of growing old feeling misguided by my own wisdom I'm corny, you know I've always been As always as the glow on your skin Or the flow of the wind as it dances Between every follicle of hair that God put in What a paint brush He must have What a masterpiece you are You, constellation formation of past stars I'm appalled You used to wonder why I stare I met you too early I'm good at procrastination It's almost 3:30 already It's been all this time and I'm still not ready