No Good in Goodbye

What are a thousand empty lines but our
Alphabet without any emotion?
Tis but hollow hearted words who have hours
To be remembered, words of sick potion.

So potent, so venomous these painful
Lies mean nothing in anyones future,
But there is wonder about your sweet soul..
Undefined but perfect, I know for sure.

Let seven words speak of seven real sins
That reverberate within the walls of
My mind, concealed by all but the last wins
Which my heart strikes as that of sibling love.

Too many a time have I said goodbye
But it never gets easier, I sigh.