Answer:
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple.
There is a creature of God whose body is hard; it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?