Cliches Katherine Thinkings and poems February 9, 2014July 18, 2017 2 Minutes made it by the skin of my teeth made of money mail it in main dish make a break for it make a long story short make a mountain out of a mole hill make ends meet make heads or tails of make like a tree and leave make no bones about it make or break make out like a bandit make the grade make tracks make up make waves make your move makes my blood boil making money hand over fist making whoopee man for all season’s man’s home is his castle many hands make light work marked man marking time marriage of two minds matter-of-fact meet and greet melting pot memory like an elephant mercy me mexican standoff mile high club milk it missed the boat mission critical monday morning quarterback money burns a hole in his pocket money can’t buy you happiness money doesn’t grow on trees money grubbing money hungry money is the root of all evil money makes the world go round money out the wazoo monkey business monkey with monkey wrench monkeying around mony a mickle maks a muckle more than meets the eye more than words can express more the merrier more things change more they stay the same more we learn less we know mouth off mud slinging mug for the camera murphy’s law must be seeing things my bad my brain is fried my hands are tied my head is spinning my heart aches for you my heart clings to you my heart cries out to you my heart is a lonely hunter my heart is aflame my heart is an open book my heart is drowning in sorrow my heart is in my hand my heart is on fire my heart is weary my heart laid bare my heart longs for you my heart reached out my heart sings to you my heart waits for you my heart will always be true my heart will never be free my heart withered like my lonely heart my lonely soul my open soul my soul is a shadow my soul is alone my soul is on fire my soul laid bare my soul reached out My soul took a flight to Hell when he arrived My hammock is starting to rock My stonach has run amock The hummocks are a delight for the moles My tears felt like a sharp pain in my nerves My ears heard no praying.I was afraid My wondering soul is gone forever My way or the liars’ way was my motto My way or hire and pay my weary tools are done fpr Share this: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email TweetShare on TumblrMorePocket Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related Published by Katherine Poetry writer and author View all posts by Katherine Published February 9, 2014July 18, 2017
How my heart sings 