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