This Cuckoo Can Sing

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I state to you
With no ounce of doubt
That I can cook this from scratch
I was patient in training
Isolated and lonely
Fixed my stare on the price
Now I can spread wide a pad
Slide through with percs
Sink it in bass and vibes
Oh, I can mood it with strings
Slide it for feels
Weave in a bounce
With ping pong stabs.

Running my fingers through scales would be impressive
It’s a transient I hoped I’d strike
But He didn’t stop there, I knew He wouldn’t
This cuckoo can sing

Was silent many seasons but it’s a spring like no other
My cocoon caving in
Won’t be for a season this is my new lingo
This cuckoo can sing

Another one

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Suppressed my joy Monday
I lacked someone to share with
Praising my Lord Wednesday
I really believed this was finally it

But it’s another of many

Many of these doors
Slum shut in my face
How I keep hope
I fail to know

Seven

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Its been seven years
Seven years!
Seven freaking years, are You serious.
I’m exhausted
I have to gather my will even for the smallest of chores
And for the first time in this, I stopped to ask if I’m wrong
Maybe they are right
Maybe I got delusional
But I’m too deep into this I actually wish giving up was an option
It’s not. My eyes are forced open. My face held in place. My gaze is fixed.
Boy I’m asking those already in the land
Is it normal for it to get this hard?

Preflight

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I feel my wings clicking into place
I feel like I’m breaking out of this coon
I feel like I’m taxing out for departure
And I want to convince me that this time it’s different
I really feel like I should be going through my preflight checklist

Indebted

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You orbited into me
Way before I shed the ice
And when you told me I was beautiful
I thought you were just being nice
The problem was never you
At least not at first
Is what I’m trynna let you see
Then maybe you’d understand my debt

Few Options

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Road still bumpy but my sole’s on it
Rain’s unrelenting yet soaked I crawl
Less than a few options, backing out’s not one
I don’t even allow myself to question my steps

What else would I have packed
If I knew I’d be walking endless miles
You have superior reasons it’s said
But I’d prefer you kept the picture instead

Actively refusing to remind me my age
Daily living in next year’s image
I’m stuck here searching ancient pages
Hoping to tame these my stray senses

Times

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Fun times when your tears used to get me
Even more grown they now can’t irk me
Simple times when I’d roll mine and let you see
But I miss the times I loved you from overseas

Won’t be Long

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I know you hate the wait like I do
I’m on the other side of the wall getting trimmed
Just like you
It’s probably taking too long coz of your specifications
Or mine
Sometimes I worry that you’ll get impatient
I know. I’ll stop
I have this feeling I’ve had for seven years now
That it won’t be long

Ready

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My arsenal still mediocre
And I don’t know the ins and outs yet
I can’t even tell a riff from raff
My ears struggling with the weaning stage

Yet these smooth stones always in my purse
I wake up every morning hoping it’s the last
I even fake my smile with both flesh and heart
Am I not chopped ready for walling your house?

Do not misread the peace though
Do not forget I was ready yesterday
I watched anxiety drown with other foes
But I guess impatience is here to stay

Your Face

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I can’t wait to see your face
When I sing what you’ve been saving your ears for
When I unwrap this self
And your expectations are ‘passed
Just like you did expect

Tonight we’ll compare our cocoons
See who had more room
We’ll laugh at our scars
Dance under the moon
Tonight we paint from scratch
Our brand new home

I can’t wait to see your face when I give you these
But oh I can’t wait to know what it looks like
Your face