My Green Eyed Bestfriend

He’s got dirt on his boots, and a laugh like a breeze,

A touch of the wild, but a heart that’s at ease.

Sunset falls on his shoulders wide,

And those green eyes hold the Tennessee sky.

I’ve been waiting, just biding my time,

Holding back words that don’t quite rhyme.

Oh, this slow burn, it’s a quiet fire,

A tender ache, a growing desire.

He don’t know, but I can’t pretend,

I’m falling for my green-eyed best friend.

He fixes my truck, won’t take a dime,

Says, “You know I got you, anytime.”

We sit by the creek, the world fades away,

But I can’t find the nerve to ask him to stay.

It’s in the silence, in the spaces between,

The things I feel, and the things he’s seen.

Oh, this slow burn, it’s a quiet fire,

A tender ache, a growing desire.

He don’t know, but I can’t pretend,

I’m falling for my green-eyed best friend.

We drive into town, windows down low,

He jokes ’bout my music on the radio.

I roll my eyes, but he grins that grin,

And I swear I feel something shift again.

Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s small,

Just a quiet feeling I can’t name at all.

Oh, this slow burn, steady and sure,

Nothing rushed and nothing blurred.

If he ever feels more than just a friend,

I’ll be right here, letting the moment begin.

Yeah, this slow burn might never end…

Still falling for my green-eyed best friend