OG Grant Theft Poem

Something did change when my sister

died
You are probably way too busy
Speaking of worth, what worth in you
doth grow
Miniver cursed the commonplace
To give developments the final shove
The harsh gold
Should
Meanwhile, her wheeling king
The thirteens, right on.
Up the backward world
And not south
Shoulder to pathwork, heads
Might sing of your love
Hoping it will not show
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me
which is
Wed better

1st Grand Theft Poem

You are probably way too busy,
But looking at harsh gold,
The worth, what worth was in her to
grow?
To give developments the final shove,
Up into the backward world,
Hoping it will not show.
Something did change when my sister
died,
The harsh gold, embroidering her at
thirteens, right on,
The harsh world, taking her away at
fourteens, right away.
Presently her wheeling king,
Hoping his plans wont go south,
Hoping his actions wont curse the
commonplace,
Unknowingly slaying my sister,
Unfortunately for me.
I might sing of her love,
Should I dare so,
Nay, will you fill that place by me,
which is hurt and empty