Naema
If you’re my Naema, you’re like a glitter bomb in a world of dirt. You’re perfect, but you keep pretending you’re not. You smile at everyone, but you’re probably crying in your cereal. Everyone loves you, but they’re also jealous of your glitter bomb powers.
Naema, you’re like a glitter bomb. I can see your sparkle from space, and I’m just a sad kid with a broken calculator.
Naema, you’re the only person who can make me laugh and cry at the same time. You’re like a glitter bomb with a PhD.
Naema, I’m just a sad kid with a broken calculator, and you’re a glitter bomb with a PhD and a better sense of humor.