Original Form

If you are a poet You already know it, To words you forever are bound. Your brain has them in there, You must make them clear. They're music without any sound. You didn't pick them, You cannot evict them. They just keep rolling around. They'll stay in your head, You can't put them to bed, Until you have written them down. Inspired by Michaels's Original Form challentge. This is a,a,b,c, c, b I think it is an original