Tostidos and Vodka

This was written after a very emotional night between friends and lovers:

Tostidos and Vodka

It was a night for Tostidos and vodka,
A night for silent words,
A night of unshared feelings,
For messages left unheard.

It was a night for nervous breakdowns,
A night for unshed tears,
A night we will all remember,
A night of unspoken fears.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast of her pearl handled gun.

It was a night when eyes did the talking,
When tongues lay silent and still,
A night of understanding,
The saying, “If only looks could kill.”

It was a night of great understanding,
When it all became crystal clear,
When some of us gained and some of us lost,
All that we ever held dear.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast from her pearl handled gun.

It was a night when we all bled in silence,
A night of unspoken grief,
A night when life was stolen,
By and unseen, unfeeling thief.

It was a night of final redemption,
A night to settle the score,
A night of final decisions,
That matter to us no more.

No one could have predicted,
Known the final out come,
Until the silence was shattered,
By the blast from her pearl handled gun.