Such a Symbol?

I wonder to think,
What could this mean, Kindness?
It's like a reminder, of who I still have left to meet.
What I can still be.
A Symbol.

Don't get me wrong,
I don't know you,
I actually have no idea how you really are.
You could be the Serial Killer of my nightmares.
The one so tempting, the one so far from right.
You could be the bleeding heart, sitting in the dark, and biting your wrist until you cease to dream.
What a pitiful thing you could seam, so harmless, so free.
Then you'd strike down my need, leave me a life without purpose, lost without thee.
What a frightful dream.
A Symbol.

Lets pretend to be hopeful,
A tea party around a crowded room.
A mix of both old and new.
You're friendly enough, but how could anything be true?
How would I get to know you?
You look beautiful,
But I can't tell you.
So popular,
People are drawn to you.
Let's just say there seams to be something about you.
The light breath in your words...
I feel something I can't quite place, and curiosity strikes.
Who are you?
And why can you steal my thoughts?
When I don't even know you.
Such a Symbol?

A Symbol of what?
I can only imagine, something new?
All I know is when I wanted to write about someone else,
I ended up writing about you.
Explain that to me?
A crazy truth.