Wait, Is It Déjà Vu Or Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Falling asleep in your heart
is like déjà vu.
a place I've never been,
but it feels familiar at the same time.
I don't mean to creep you out,
but I know every nook and cranny.
I didn't mean to fall asleep,
but of all the places I could have,
I'm glad that I did here.

Your heartbeat,
the pulse that cracks
and settles like a house,
although not mine,
it feels like home,
like somewhere I belong.

I normally don't fall asleep
in places I haven't been.
It takes a while to get accustomed,
especially if it's my first time there.
Although it's déjà vu,
and it could be one of those things,
I'm already looking forward
to the next time
falling asleep somewhere in you,
somewhere warm,
somewhere I belong