Lost in priorities

Time stands still,
Bullets and beauty,
A combination,
Not shot,
Many times before,
To be together,
In a world,
Filled with new romance,
With star crossed lovers,
That never even discover,
The existence,
Of their other half,
Love and hate,
Had found each other,
For the first time again,
So thy seem to think,
Yet does one dare,
To say out loud,
The words,
No one has talked about?
Does one have the courage,
To speak up,
For the ghosts,
Haunted by getting lost,
In priorities?

When echo's stop,
When ghosts vanish,
Who is calling out,
For lost lives?

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