Boots

[Minyaliel]

Yes, again I feel the need to post one of my texts for critique. I realise that some of you don´t like what I´m writing, and that´s fine. Just - please be nice about it.

Right, now that the disclaimer thing is out of my head, this is an attempt at a poetry snapshot or something. I know I´ve probably done a few syntax/ grammar errors (so annoying!) so yeah, if you catch anything, please tell me. :P I need to brush up on my English anyway. *sigh* And yeah, I appreciate feedback.


Boots

Outside of my neighbour´s door
there´s a new pair of boots.
It´s not a pair of boots
that he would wear, and so I will not be listening -
But I find that I am highly envious -
I find myself thinking of
what it would be like
to find your boots
outside my door;
to wander into the kitchen one morning
and find you there,
drinking a cup of tea and smiling at me,
that beautiful smile of yours that keep
making my toes curl up inside my boots
whenever you lean over to kiss me
or brush my bangs out of my eyes.
Unfortunately,
winged boots have only been recorded
once in history
or else I know
I would definitely leave a pair of boots
outside your door
so your neighbour would pass by,
enviously ignoring our bliss.

[isobel black]

I quite like it, I easily envisioned the scene while reading and can relate to the sentiment. Your English sounds allright to me, but then again it isn't my first language either.