Sepia tinted windows and doors
Time fingers itself down the chipped paint walls
Tracing the fine lines of the ceiling and the floor
Tiptoeing across the roaring creaks of the floorboards
Sepia stained memories
A time when the sun peeked through the curtains
And danced through the trees
Wild as a blood velvet rose
Sepia kissed lips
Lyrics of love: coated in vinyl
Three dimensions of perfect imperfections
Echoing a noise filled silence
Sepia worn tears
Phrases of love, hope and regret
Running down the page
Written on paper and signed with a black ink kiss
Sepia painted sunshine
Warm glowing memories, coated in silver
Where trench-coats and gas masks
Are dying with age
Context: A nostalgic poem inspired partly by the film Midnight in Paris and by the incredible singer King Charles, following the idea being that yesterday is always going to be better than today and that ideas ,including love, only deteriorate with time. The sepia tinted world that I discuss in this poem is reference not only to the sepia tinted photographs seen in old photographs, but also to the warm friendly atmosphere that it gave to the photographs.
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