An Instruction Manual For Your Woman When She’s Had A Hard Day
Be her perfect shoulder to cry on
Your woman walks in the door
After a hard day,
How you react
Will help her be okay.
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She’s often just looking for an ear
A strong shoulder for her tears,
Hold her close, don’t say a word
Listen to her fears.
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You don’t need the answers
She doesn’t expect you to know,
She doesn’t need it fixed
Just your shoulder when she’s low.
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Listen to her talk
Let her cry,
Gently rub her back
While she tells you why.
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Listen to the lyrics
On this Cooper Alan song,
He explains it perfectly
So you don’t get it wrong.
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She too will return the favour
On your hard won days,
Lay your head on her shoulder
And she’ll listen in the same way.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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