Lindsay Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Oh Lindsay, when I saw you on the silver screen
You were this teenage boy’s fantasy.
Yours was the face that launched a thousands dreams,
And none of which were routed in reality.
But instead you have become another Marilyn Monroe,
You’ll be dead on your bed by the time you’re thirty three.
And all of the girls they are supposed to dream
Of the princesses that they might be,
And you almost lived your dream.
But you made the oh-so fatal mistake of caring too much
About what people might think,
And that has cost you all of your dignity.
You would have been better selling your soul,
Then you would have not become the laughing stock you are now.

I would be a fool to think that you would even consider me
Let alone remember these words that I write,
But I don’t want you to be another Marilyn Monroe,
Hitting the grave before you hit thirty three.
I can’t even pretend to profess that I love you,
It’s just this teenage boy does not want to see
The shallow death of his fantasy.