Waves White Flag

Posted on November 4, 2014 by Nya Rawlyns

I 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

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. 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 two 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

suzanawylie says:

November 4, 2014 at 2:33 pm

*hugs*

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M. Peters (@MPetersDesires) says:

November 5, 2014 at 12:23 am

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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