A man without a women is already dead!

 A man without a woman is already dead

If I Will die one day, 

You would cry for me. 

But when I die all days, 

Why don't you die with me every day. 

It's been a question of my own existence ,

That love is love, 

Without any resistance, 

Befallen to us underneath your perseverance to love me harder everyday, without even loving me one day. 

Why don't you touch my heart? 

Why don't you stay my last?why do we have to end some day? 

Why do I have to defend you for doing mighty wrongs that you did to me, for being an imperfect human sake. 

But I was perfect, 

All dressed for you, 

So you can wear me as an object, 

Just to say that this woman is who I love. 

But what about the woman? 

Does she even love you? 

Or did she ever love you? 

But does it matter because a woman is nothing without a man. 

But if I am born as a woman , 

How can I become a man? 

Or do i even want to become a man? 

Because does it matter, as a man even won't be born as a man or as a woman or as child, without a woman and her womb making him survive.