Walls of Saint Etienne
By Gia, age 19, Florida
Sweet Designs Staff Intern
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Here is where I would go.
There is a little town in France,
That a year or so ago I had never heard of.
Saint Etienne is nothing more to me than a foreign place,
Four thousand or so miles away
From the beaches, provocative lifestyles of where I call home.
But here lives a man,
Who desperately tries to get me to say water in French.
Intimate details would bore you,
Nor do I have any really.
There may be no walls except for in buildings in this town,
I wouldn't know.
Words can't describe you.
One day maybe I'll come visit Saint Etienne,
Where we can take photos and get drunk off the fact that you fell in love
With a girl from a computer screen.
Soon enough it will be December,
We can venture into the snow,
Maybe make an intimate detail or not,
Just think about the fact that you saved me.
Just stay behind the walls of Saint Etienne until I get there,
s'il te plaît.
