Out Of Reach
I try to reach out for you but you aren't there..for me..you're never there..
You smile brightly as he hands you a red sharpie from the pile. I sigh and smile slightly myself..there's just something about that radiantsmile of yours..it brightens up a whole dreary room..even if it is on the coldest and darkest day of the year. Red is your favorite color and always has been, I muse..and as you giggle while he tickles your sides, his face rubbing intimately against your neck, I wish I could be the one to make you so happy.
I look at you in all your obscenely glorious beauty. Your eyes – gorgeous and expressive as ever, in all their hazel glory – have a gleam dancing within their bright depths and an obscenely huge smile is plastered to your gorgeous face.
I love you Lita.
I wish I could be the one to make you so happy..but you told me that my love for you could never be…you had to go and fall for my best friend..John Cena..you never even gave me a second glance and the boys in the locker room laughed about that…you were the first girl to ever say no to Randy Orton, Legend Killer extraordinaire.
I extend my arm out to touch you..but..I cant do it. You're so far away from me. I want you so much Lita..but you'll always be just a little out of reach…