nimal dunuhinga - A waiter writes a poem in a French restaurant

I am only a toothpick that never gets a kiss from your sherry lips. <br />I am only a serviette Mademoiselle, <br />You wipe your golden fingers and throw away. <br />I am only a firefly in your chandelier room of heart <br />And really I am a fool who cries for the Moon in daylight. <br /> <br /> <br />*To the moths where they fly at night and burn with flames.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waiter-writes-a-poem-in-a-french-restaurant/