Torn

Wait little string.

Do not run away

From the seam.

Tucked away in

The flowery frill.

Hiding, hoping

Not to unravel.

What a dress?!

Only briefly worn.

To come out for

A summer night.

Joyfully laughing,

Unaware,

The pending doom.

The fray begins,

Unsheveling the

Feminine fabric.

Zipping along

The seam no longer

Held.

Vainly trying

To hold it together.

Watching it fall

Apart, revealing

A heart so

Torn.