Whats left?

A crime and a sin,
In the twilight dark,
Hidden on my body,
It's my bloody mark.

A swift kiss,
averted eyes,
our love is beginning,
to meets it's dimise.

An empty hug,
A false support,
A love so bent,
It's hard to contort.

How much is real,
What's left to embrace?
I might be wrong,
must be careful, just incase.