Regret

The words dropped from my mouth, 

On their own accord, I swear.

Such a coat of uncouth

I would never ever wear.

To you, of all people, I didn't even think

I could utter such a phrase, foul and mean

That the words themselves give off a horrid stink

Even as I recall, my face turns green.

All I can ask is forgive me

And I know it's a feeble cry

But I hope that can see

That I really did try.