Inbox

I swear I saw her last night, About and around the block. It made me flashback to the time, When I used to be her inbox. When I could tell you, Her favorite color is blue. And she loves to argue. Born right after June. Her curls at beautiful, She has her father's smile. And she'd never tell you, About the scar above her eye. And you would never know, She doesn't like blonde locks. She's never been I snow, I know, I used to be her inbox. Now I've no idea, 'Bout the state of her heart. I'm just guessing her, At a brand new start. It feels plain awkward, Not to feel her knocks. Like I used to before, When I was her inbox. And when I saw her last night, About and around the block. I wished I could get back the time, When I used to be her inbox.