Jar Of Pickles

My heart is like a jar of pickles
Kinda sour, kinda sweet, soaked in brine
No sandwich to pair with
Lower than a side dish
No deep fryer that I can call mine

My heart is like a jar of capers
A ball of salt that won't go by itself
No pasta to complement
Contemplating time spent
Sitting on the market shelf

But no more I'll keep it tightly sealed
'Cause gradually it's been revealed
That its no good until its open
The seal can't go unbroken
Won't keep my heart all bottled up no more!