You were "good to the last drop,"
you always promised that.
But when the coffee turns stale,
from being left out too long,
You can't keep grasping at the
freshness that left long ago.
We both denied it,
it was "good to the last drop"
but we both got fed up,
with the promise of the caffeine high
that was never enough.
We built up an immunity to it,
to each other,
to our words,
until our feelings lost the freshness in it's self.
Until we turned stale,
and lost the high of our relationship.
We were promised "good to the last drop,"
but sometimes the last drop isn't always that good.