Words Poem by Flo Biz

Mary Beth, do you get high?
Does something happen to make you cry?
Does it tug at your heart
Won't leave you alone
Till out spill words
You've always known

Where do they come from?
Where do they stay?
These pent up words
Kept stashed away

Until something triggers
Until something breaks
Sometimes from pleasures,
But mostly heartaches

For me anyway,
But who's to say

Words that whisper
Words that shout
Words that just come tumbling out

Mary Beth, do you get drunk?
Do you keep your verse locked in a trunk?
Does it just appear from nowhere
Almost as if you were unaware

That there it was,
And here it is,
From you to me
And me to you

From heart
To brain
To pens that flew

In a fury to get it all down right
Before those words pass in the night