• Joy is a Red Marker


    From the great red shade

    To the glee coloring gives

    When the two combine, bliss emerges


    From within the depths,

    Of its inky fixture,

    A Red Marker is enveloped in Joy’s ever strong grip


    Hyper feelings may begin,

    Do to the swift, cultivating felt tip

    With it’s soft touch on material,

    Ending in gentle, unpressured strokes each time


    But in the end, it is still love;

    The Joy that a Red Marker can bring

    One cannot go without the other,

    For then what is the point?


    Joy without something to outlet it,

    Leaves one dull and bored

    A Red Marker without some type of happiness,

    Ends in useless scribbles


    The two haven’t always been together

    Separating is now useless, for they have already met

    Markers and Joy, will sometimes hand in hand,

    Yet in the end, Joy will forever belong to a Red Marker

    As a Red Marker will forever belong to Joy