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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
We sat under my neon lightsÂ
Twirling our fingers on the dented mattressÂ
Joking and getting distracted from the topic at hand.
The night I finally got you;Â
You presented me with a canvasÂ
A canvas with a lot of meaningÂ
It showed your effortsÂ
I knew you cared
The night we’d been waiting for was finally there.
The night I finally got youÂ
Was when I held you tightÂ
No regret, no remorse, no more guilt to force.
I can’t think of anything more vivid to meÂ
Than the night I finally got you
And you were mine to be.