Scissor. Jump. Candyshop.

[X-Keila-X]

Jump with me.
Hand in hand leap off the bridge.
No looking back.
Feel it in your hair, skin, lips.
Complete freedom.

Who do you think you are to tie her down?
You think you have the right to those ropes in your hands?
I dare you to take these scissors from my hands.

Night after night, these visions can't escape my mind.
Too many moments to even recall.
A girl in a candy shop, searching for the best flavor.
Which is the best memory?

I tell myself to stop, wait, hold on...breathe.
But I can't.
Blurry images of your face, smile, hands...
Surround me as I fall.
I keep falling.

Little girl keeps walking around in circles searching...
With the scissors in my right hand..
and your warmth in my left, we jump...

 

[Dashami-Red-Priester]

Nice.  

[MaryJeanStar]

Not bad. This form of poetry can be a bit tricky sometimes.

To attain perfection, my suggestion would lay in improving your timing. If you can get the voice to sway like a pocket watch, it'll hypnotize the reader into absorbing your poem's every meaning.

I kinda like it. From what I gathered, your message was against strict limitations. Speaking for freedom of choice, even though it should be clear that running with scissors is not illegal, but a health hazard. I'm also aware that it may be interpreted as a suicide reference.

Over all, I applaud your work. It has a consistent feeling throughout its change in rhythm.