Waves White Flag

White Flag: Last LapI think I will concede. 2014, you’ve won.

This will sound like Dylan’s Broken…

Broken pipes

Broken dreams

Broken fence

Broken seams

Broken tranny

Broken seals

Broken tires

Broken wheels

Broken iPhone

Broken bones

Broken wishes

Broken homes

Everything is Broken…


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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2 Responses to Waves White Flag

  1. Not everything – because you’re not, and the people who love you are not. *hugs tight* If there’s anything we can do, anything at all, please reach out. *HUGS*


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