By Shiloh Price
Be careful who you trust, ’cause salt and sugar looks the same,
That’s the warning carved in stories long before you learned your name.
They say many wandered blindly, thinking sweetness was a claim —
But be careful who you trust, ’cause salt and sugar looks the same.
There was once a girl who trusted every smile that passed her way,
Thought a gentle voice meant safety, thought soft words meant they’d stay.
But shadows dressed as kindness came to play a crueler game…
Should’ve known — be careful who you trust, ’cause salt and sugar looks the same.
And a boy who thought intentions matched the warmth he always gave,
Until he learned that some are saints until they find you weak and brave.
They’ll praise you in the daylight, but at night they twist your name —
Another tale that whispers: salt and sugar looks the same.
Whole castles fell to ruin ’cause a stranger swore they cared,
But loyalty means nothing when the heart behind it’s snared.
Many trust the sparkle, never checking what it’s framed —
So another voice repeats it: salt and sugar looks the same.
But hear this part, the truest bit, the one most tales forget:
Not everyone is treacherous, not everyone’s a threat.
Some souls are made of honey, steady, loyal, never lame —
Their sweetness doesn’t vanish when the world forgets your name.
Still the stories echo softly, in a wise, protective tone:
Trust is something earned, not something freely thrown.
Guard the gates around your heart, let no impostor stake a claim —
’Cause be careful who you trust,
’cause salt and sugar look the same.