Paper dreams (poem)

no words possible to say
exactly how I feel
my feelings
as blank as the page

curled up
like a little ball of paper
wrinkled inside out
the ink running out

my paper dreams
will remain
on the page,
but never out.

My soul (poem)

I spread out my soul before you
Every single bit of me
Neatly piled up
Strewn around

You gently pick one up
Look at it closely
Stroke it tenderly
Shake it carefully

Put it back where it belongs
And look at me in wonder
A smile twinkling in your eyes

You are the one I entrust my all to