Better Version
Better Version


I do have a better version of myself somewhere hidden inside me
waiting for the right man
who will not judge me if I've kissed a guy or two before him.
Or talked about sex with my friends or had few drinks
and for being a party animal out my heart to strangers.
I do have a better version of myself somewhere
wrapped within my virginity waiting for the right man
who will not judge me if I've stood naked
in front of a man who claimed to love me before him.
I do have a better version of myself somewhere
caged within my bones waiting to get escaped
in front of the right man who will not judge me for my big chatty mouth
or for abusing like a man or for running or dancing in the streets.
I do have a better version of myself tied in the knots of my dupatta
waiting for the right man who will not judge me for
>wearing short skirts or for partying late night or for smoking in public.
I do have a better version of myself somewhere
hidden in the private posts on my blog waiting to be seen
by the right man who will not judge me for accepting
every friend request on Facebook or for talking
with random people or dating guys on Tinder.
I do have a better version of myself somewhere
sitting scared behind those locked doors
waiting for the right man
who wants to hold my hand more than he wants to grab my ass
Who wants to feel my heart more than he wants to touch my boobs
Who wants to see my lips smiling more than he wants my mouth blowing
Who wants to feel my emotions more than he wants to consume my body
Who wants to love me more than he wants to be loved
I do have a better version of myself waiting for the better version of you.