Joy

There is a woman,
Who is so beautiful, so gorgeous
That she lives up to her name.
Joy.
But what she doesn't know.
That there is a girl,
Who looks up to her so much.
She is her hero.
This girl's life
Had suddenly fell apart
And she didn't know what to do.
So that girl told Joy everything,
And her heart broke
To see what pain this girl was in
But she made it better.
She made every second of this girl's life
Worth living.
She wants you to know
That she is thankful for everything that you've done.
And that she'll never forget you.
And that she loves you.
So, tell me.
How does it feel to be my hero?

This poem is the most personal poem I've wrote..it really means a lot to me. Thanks for reading.