Emo my princess,
Prince of the princess of my heart,
You're white as the snow of my yard.
Many times I know California is not far
But Emo for you,
I must know the truth of truths.
Buy me a cream and will show you the stream of my soul.
But if you doubt your beauty
I will print your skin for you to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem