Filled

Wow :O you had good usage of sensory detail...I felt like I was there with you experiencing what you were.
This is one of the many things that makes a poem good.
I also like it cause I can really relate to what your trying to say.
I would love to read more of your work.
Give me a holler if you ever need anything reviewed.
Overall, this poems shows so much talent. Bravo!
-Rem

This was I nice poem, but I'd just like to point out a few things. Corrections in violet:

My dreams are filled of (Do you mean 'with'?) life and color

Maybe I’ll get my feet wet
Then splash you too,
You get wet (This all just sounds a bit awkward. If you splash somesome, they will get wet. You really don't have to tell me, the reader.)

The most important one,
Makes the (Do you mean 'my'?) heart sting. (That's a odd word to use. It has a very negative conotatian almost as if you're saying it hurts. Try something more friendly i.e. race, beat, etc.)

overall great poem.

The sun bearing down on the river
We watch the water stand still,
I want to remember

The way your eyes kill.

The way your eyes doth kill.