Tears are not mere salty drops
Shed from bloodshot eyes.
They are squeezed out
From broken hearts
And lacerated lives.
Often unnoticed
And hidden from knowing eyes,
They go uncherished.
Yet, they are precious-
Priceless pearls pulsating
With every heart beat
Of living hearts.
They tell the tales
Of moments in life;
They tell the tales
Of excruciating poignancy.
RosyView 
You have once again composed a very meaningful poem. Keep writing! Liz
Thanks.
Oh my goodness, I don’t know what to write. It is very impressive poem. I can see myself in this poem!
We go through moods.