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A Man Who Plays Blues



I love to get drunk in the middle of the night
When no one's awake, everything was silent
Life is always ups and downs
Some friends just pretend to be around

Pain once was so painful and hard to take in
Now I can smile and laugh off all those by joking
Met a man who sang blues with his guitar
I let him to take my heart like my heart was his cigar

He sang those songs to reflect my past
He drove me to Heaven quite fast
He played “Fast Car” with his guitar by looking at me
I felt like I was dancing on the could number 9 and ready to flee

His bright brown eyes said I was his last
His arms wrapped my tiny body to make me feel blessed
I bargained with the fate to make him stay longer
The fate smiled at me and said our love just got stronger

He kissed my lips and I tasted that soft blueberries
My whole body was trembling when he asked me to marry
I said yes and danced with those songs that he sang
He played guitar and dedicated his songs to one and only fan

Life is getting better when he's around
I forgot all of my pains and started living safe and sound
A man who played Blues with his Guitar
He sings those songs and makes my life sweeter

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About this poem

I got drunk a bit on the other night while I was listening to blues and soul music and felt like I wanted to write some poem in dreamy way. So, I wrote down how I felt and this is how this came out.

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Written on October 17, 2021

Submitted by khinyadanarwin on October 19, 2021

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Khin Yadanar Win

I was simply born on the wrong side of the world. I spent half of my life to find out what I was really passionate about. I started writing since I was 13 but I only shared those with my friends. Sometimes I wondered why I was really into arts and literature while my degree for career was purely business management. I always regard myself as realistic but my imaginary twin is a writer and I got to draw the line between my real world and my imaginary world. Living in my imaginary world means writing. I found different personalities in me whenever I write. It doesn't matter if I write my story, my life, my thoughts or poems. Whenever I am lost, I write and try to find myself. I just try to dig inside my thought and ask who I want to be, what personality I want to adapt. It works every time cos writing always makes me forget my real world and live in my own paradise. Period! more…

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